Heading to our second home exchange, this one in Spain.
Bordeaux was on the way.
Hay bales and sunflower fields cover the European landscape.
I love the sunflowers.
The happy and the sad. The happy ones stand tall and boldly face the sun. The sad ones have their heads dropping, shoulders slumped – they really look sad.
Poor little sad sunflowers!
Then there are these two, walking against the wheel.
We stayed in a Comfort Inn. Interconnecting rooms. Pretty average.
Interesting view over the road from the hotel…
Not sure if I’d like my meat from the butcher called Le Mutant.
I didn’t like my meat anyway, as it turns out. In a foolhardy move, we went to the only establishment in the small town that wasn’t take-away pizza, and I ordered the something or other veau (veal). The ‘something or other’ was the foolhardy bit. Neither Sonny or I could translate it, but rather than asking I lived dangerously and was presented with offal – looked like veau testicles if you want the truth, but was probably liver. Either way, can’t stomach it, and went hungry.
We visited two cellar doors on our way, the next day, and that was our Bordeaux experience.
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