OK, I skipped a blog day already, only three days into the trip.  To my readers (yes, I see all four of you crouching behind your screens, so sit up and take your fingers off your mouse), please be mindful that jet lag is a real phenomenon and that having fun takes time.  I can see that posting something not daily but every few days is a more realistic goal, especially considering the quality of our available internet connections.

Now for a quick update.  We spent two nights in Bordeaux for the express purpose of recovering from our plane and train travel.  It turned out to be a wonderful, fun start to our trip.  We threw the originally-planned museum visit out the window and decided to eat, drink and shop instead.

With respect to the eating and drinking: both evenings in Bordeaux, we had before-dinner drinks at a pub on Place Gambetta.  At the pub’s sidewalk tables, we saw no one eating but nearly everyone (mostly under 30) smoking.  Many things have changed in France since my last visit but here are two things that have not: French people smoke as if the cigarettes were made of air, and French restaurants hoard ice as if the cubes were made of gold.

We have found that asking for “ice water” in any French restaurant produces that same astonished look you would get in the USA if you sat down and asked for a plate of eels.  “Ice water?  Ise?  Eiz?  I do not understand. You want it with the drink?”  When your server finally does understand, your iced drink is sure to arrive with exactly three already half-melted cubes.  I think that the quantity is regulated by the Ministère de l’ice.

Nonetheless, we had several delicious lunches and dinners, as these photos will attest.

While Sue was taking an afternoon nap, I wandered around with my camera and got vaguely-lost in the maze of streets that is the pedestrian shopping area of Bordeaux.

We left Bordeaux on Saturday morning and drove to Sarlat-la-Canéda via the wine village St. Emilion.  I will describe those places in my next post, but for now I must mention that we were finally able to get a couple of iced drinks while on the road to Sarlat.  Yes, folks, we stopped at McDonald’s.