Bordeaux

I lost most of today to sleep. I'm still kinda out of it. Hopefully I'll start to recuperate soon, otherwise I'm going to lose out on the little daylight we've been getting. The day wasn't too bad, temperate with a slight drizzle.



The architecture here is much more consistent than Paris. The facades of the old buildings all still remain intact. This creates a feeling of antiquity that pervades the whole place. Being Monday though, the only pervading theme in the town was silence. Everything is closed on Mondays in Bordeaux. Great. Luckily for me, this meant we found a good pub a bit outside of town where I could drink a Guinness, truly the best beer in the world. The day was brightened.

Our hotel was on the far edge of town, about 7 km from the city center. This particular hotel was particularly stuffy, full of business types and a hotel staff with overly stylish glasses.

Random Thought:
Another annoying thing about French hotel staff is their propensity for playing dumb. If I say "sigh-buhr cafe" instead of "see-behr cafe" for 'cyber-cafe' they will act totally ignorant, despite a good description in their language. Only when you pronounce the word exactly as they would in French will they deign to answer you with a proper response prefaced by "AHHHHH OUI, see-behr cafe!". Seriously, you knew what I was saying. I know you're not mentally deficient. This leads to a brief period of silence while I struggle to restrain myself from stabbing them with their designer glasses.