Had a beautiful carb-filled breakfast at the vineyard and learned the history of the hotel. Gladys (mom) opened it 20 years ago with severance money after she lost her job. Fabien (daughter) is a photographer and world travel who lives and works at the hotel when she's not overseas. She is moving to Argentina soon to photograph tango dancers -- not their poses, but their facial expressions. What a treat to stay with such bold, passionate women. I started the day inspired.
I rode along the Gironde river, which I learned at a wine shop in Bordeaux is a big landmark for wine making. The land on the right side of the river is more fertile and has more limestone, giving the wine a lighter, more fruity taste. To the left of the river the wine is more bold and full bodied. Up and down the river the wine takes on different tastes. In fact, the wine store i went to was organized geographically: the left side had wines from the left of the river, and the right from the right side. I picked up a bottle from Cotes de Blaye, which was on the right at the beginning of the aisle. Crossing the Gironde:
While riding a car passed and gave me a "toot toot" and peace sign high out the sun roof. Yes!
Below is the first church I've seen with Mary and baby Jesus on the very top.
THERE IS AN INDIAN RESTAURANT IN BORDEAUX!!! Bordeaux felt more homey, like some of the streets could have been cut out of NYC. There was more diversity and people were everywhere. I love the cafe culture -- people look so engrossed in conversation and they sit at the table for hours. No wonder so much philosophy comes from here.
I ate at the Indian restaurant -- they were surprised how much I enjoyed Indian pickles and spicy food. They said French people don't like that (I bet they like nan though). I was then invited to an Indian party, but declined as I was exhausted. Tomorrow: train to Montpellier!
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