Bordeaux – Part 1 of 2

October 13, 2009 By: erik Category: France, Photos, Travel 911 views

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Bordeaux Ferris WheelThis past weekend Marga and I left Nora (for the first time!) with Marga’s parents and drove four hours up to Bordeaux, France. We normally don’t go for agency-organized trips, but this time we did, since we had little idea of what to do in Bordeaux other than taste the wine. While the plan they laid out for us was not bad, it was impractical, as we often found ourselves rushed and arrived late to several tours. As a result, we’ve decided that we probably won’t go with the organized tour route again. Overall it was a learning experience, and we had a good time.

I took so many pictures that I’m splitting up the events of Saturday in Bordeaux into two blog posts. Once you’ve trained yourself as a photographer to find interesting scenes in the ordinary landscape of your neighborhood, when you travel to a foreign country, everything is begging to have its picture taken!

Let’s travel, shall we?

Le Chantry Hotel
Our hotel, Le Chantry Hotel. With the exception of the crepe-sized blood-and/or-semen stain on the carpet of our room, this two-star hotel was very satisfactory, a mere ten minute walk to the center of Bordeaux. How disappointing, though, to look up the word chantry and discover that it’s English and not French.

French Father & Son on Bikes
This father and son rode by as we were waiting in front of the Bordeaux tourism office for our guided bus tour to begin.

Bordeaux Street Corner
Bordeaux street corner. Also by the Tourism Office.

Wooded Park
This wooded park was absolutely lovely. I think it will be even prettier next week as the colors of the leaves change.

Family on Bicycles
Another velocipede-enabled French family riding by the Garonne river.

Our tour guide was absolutely terrible. It was difficult to tell when she switched from French to English, and the English parts we did pick up were fantastically uninteresting, often about road construction newly completed or begun. There were, however, a few pearls in the stinking pile of oysters that was her tour. Once she drove us out to this abandoned dock area and the bus stopped. She spoke for about five minutes in French and then for about two minutes in English. This was the view:

Nazi Submarine Bunker
That horribly ugly concrete structure in the background is a Third Reich submarine bunker. Apparently the British did their best to destroy it, but were unable to. After the war, French demolition crews also tried to demolish it, but failed as well, declaring it indestructible. So they have decided to use it for concerts (don’t ask me how) and other social events, adopting it into the culture of the city.

Interestingly, the tour guide never once used the term “second world war”, a war which featured prominently in shaping the city of Bordeaux. She always called it “the 1940 war”. I found this fascinating. They’ve named it after the year of their invasion. Can anyone confirm if this is common nomenclature in the French language?

Flowery Windows
Some nice flowery windows. The entire city of Bordeax is made of limestone – there is almost no brick – so all the buildings are a shade between this color and the black sooty color that it turns over time.

Old wine merchant's house turned fancy hotel
This house used to belong to one of the wealthy wine-making families. Now it’s a fancy hotel.

Flower shop from bus window
A flower shop, as seen from the tour bus.

Cool old doors
Many of the houses have these cool enormous wooden doors.

Bordeaux City Park
The gate to the city park.

Bordeaux City Park Ornate Gate
On top of the gate is the city coat of arms. The guide told us what the five towers and crescent moon symbolized, but I’ve forgotten.

Tour bus driver
Our bus driver. I hope he was just blinking rather than driving with his eyes closed.

Garonne River
We took the Pont-de-Pierre over the wide Garonne River which runs through Bordeaux. The tour guide told us that the river is always a brown muddy color, even on sunny days, because of the high volume of suspended silt in the water.

Lamps on Pont de Pierre
The clouds part on our way back over the bridge. These lamp posts were very nice.

Bordeaux Park
Statue on a pillar.

Bordeaux Ferris Wheel
A ferris wheel for the carnival that was in town.

Bordeaux Fountain
A truly bizarre set of statues in the fountain under the pillar.

Bordeaux Fountain
This kid is riding a big fish and clearly getting the better of the two adults around him.

Bordeaux Fountain Hand
A bronze hand in a mist of fountain water.

Scary Sea Serpent Horses
This freaky beasts were half sea serpent and half horse. Marga called the mermaid horses.

Bordeaux Fountain Characters
These guys are supposed to represent undesirable human qualities (I’ve forgotten which, as there are so many) and the water from the noble statues above is tormenting them.

Mickey Boy
Nobody does copyright infringement like European carnies.

WTF Bus
I call this The WTF Bus. All aboard!

Longest Pedestrian Street in Bordeaux
This is the longest pedestrian street in Bordeaux.

Yummy Baguettes
Of course no photo-journey to France would be complete without a little gratuitous baguette porn.

This concludes part one of this two-part post. Please eject the tape, flip it over, insert it again, and press play to continue…I’ll wait.

 
  • Josh

    1940 was the year that the Vichy government was instated. While it would be libelous to claim that this government met with universal collaboration, Bordeaux was one of the major southern cities enthusiastic enough about this new way of doing business that they did not require Nazi overlords, and instead went scurrying to toe the party line all by themselves. Much as Spain has massive unspoken scars left from their own transition, France has tacitly decided that the best policy seems to be that of “pretending that Vichy never happened”(tm). As far as a tour goes, the “1940 war” is more succinct.

  • Did you ask the hotel about the Blood/semen stain?
    Also, we have a branch of Paul (baguette pron shop) in Brussels and it’s very yummy.

    • We should have, but in the end we decided to ignore it.