Before we had arrived in Bordeaux, I had been envisioning a quaint French medieval town bordered by vast fields of vineyards. So it was with some surprise that in reality Bordeaux turned out to be a much bigger and not so quaint city.
We arrived late evening, having left the unusually sunny UK (which might have been an apology for the pretty rubbish August) to a rainy France.
Our Airbnb host was quite possibly one of the coolest people I’ve ever met. A major David Bowie fan, he had seen the music legend no less than 50 times in concert. His home was a collection beautiful antique finds like toy pianos and chic furniture. He worked as a stage director and was working on a punk show during our visit.
Our own accommodation was in the back garden, a cosy cabin kitted out with shower, bed and kettle. Every morning Renaud provided us with a carton of orange juice and store-bought madeleines (which I sadly couldn’t eat, but I still appreciated the gesture).
We walked A LOT. I no longer keep track of my steps, but I’m sure we must be hitting close to 30,000 each day we were there. Despite it not being the quaint town I had painted in my head, Bordeaux still had that beautiful charm that most most French cities have.
Like all holidays, most of time was focused primarily on food. And as far as vegan options go, Bordeaux has it pretty good. My favourite meals included the avocado on toast we had at Café Kokomo and the delicious lunch we had at Kitchen Garden.