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Bordeaux Vielle Ville

Bordeaux Vielle Ville



 

Walk around Place Camille Julian, then to the river, the nearby Place des Bourses.  I walked right over the famous Miroir d'Eau (no water during winter!).  

Visited the city of Bordeaux free museum there, then walked to the main tourist information office and had a quiche and sandwich (delightful fresh baguette, ham & butter) at an outdoor café facing the Grand Théatre.  

We hoped in vain for some performance at the reportedly beautiful Grand Théatre.  We instead purchase boat-tour tickets at the tourist office, then walked further, following our host's suggested walking trail, through the Quinconces Garden, then tired and returned home. Out later to Place Camille Julian for some escargots, of course


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