The city of Bordeaux, approximately 500 kilometres south west of
Paris and the ninth largest in France, is a city of great open spaces
connected by labyrinths of tiny, meandering streets. Where the most
classic 18th century buildings house the most intriguing, innovative and
contemporary spots. Where everyone seems to live outside, skating
alongside the Garonne river, sipping chilled, local wine en terrasse, hanging off a balcony to watch the world past by beneath. Of great beauty covered by the grime and graffiti of stories past.
To
be honest I had very little expectations of Bordeaux. I hadn't invested
much time researching the city as in my mind it was just a gateway to
both the Atlantic coast where we would spend the second half of our trip
and the wineries from which my favourite plonk is named. After arriving
on the TGV around noon and checking into our appart'hotel we headed by tram to the top of the city, where the largest square in Europe, the Esplanade des Quinconces,
is located and where our sight-seeing was to start. Any reservations I
may have had about the town were badly impacted when we found there an
enormous and ghastly carnival covering the entire place for the school
holidays. After recoiling in horror and bemoaning at our misfortune we
spun on our heels towards town via the grand promenade on the river
foreshore.
Bordeaux then pleasantly surprised me.
The
architecture is stunningly beautiful and the magnificent open squares
are impressively grand. It was refreshing to walk through such space
whilst still in a city, much like how I feel each time I pass through Place Vendome. Mr M, who ordinarily doesn't like to draw attention to himself, even did his space dance through the middle of the Place de la Bourse
by skipping around in large circles with his arms stretched out. To see
a six-foot-tall person do this whilst being followed by a tiny white
puppy is quite hilarious.
After losing ourselves amongst the tall buildings and cobblestones whilst munching on the famous and delicious cannéles du Bordeaux from Baillardran we settled on the Cours de l'Intendance
in the sun with a glass of Lillet, an aperitif consisting of Bordelais
wines and the rinds of citrus fruits, to watch the beautiful people of
Bordeaux stroll by. A lingering visit to the very amazing Fromagerie
Deruelle cheese shop and stop at Le Comptoir Bordelais for some local
wine and chocolate-coated raisins provided a picnic dinner & dessert
for that evening.
The
next day, our only full day in Bordeaux, we woke early to visit Saint
Emillion, a tiny village of a town just a 30 minute train-ride away. The
village proper is a good twenty minute walk from the train station but
is an excellent introduction to the celebrated vineyards that have been
there since Roman times and great way to build an appetite for a hearty
lunch.
It was difficult to fathom that this tiny, ancient, crumbling village which boasts four winery estates classified at Premier grand cru classé A,
the highest quality level for French AOC wines, is enjoyed at the most
upmarket and chic tables the world over; making your way up and down
through the hilly town you feel that urbanisation is a million miles
away. One of the only caves in town, Clos des Menuts, gladly welcomes
visitors (and pups), and after exploring their numerous caves you're
able to buy affordably priced older wines for enjoying right away or
more recent wines to lay down. We invested in a 2004 bottle that we plan
on keeping to enjoy when we finally make the decision to move back home
in, hopefully, a few more years time.
Needing decent replenishment from our day's jaunt once back in the city, we headed to Bordeaux's "Eat Street", Rue Porte de la Monnaie.
This tiny, very unassuming, cobblestone street boasts five completely
different restaurants all run by the father of Bordeaux's restaurant
scene, Jean-Pierre Xiradakis. Walking past the simply-named Bar-Cave,
with its wine-swilling Bobos laughing on the terrasse we
approached the Mediterranean-themed Kuzina, a nod to Xiradakis' Greek
heritage. Wanting to enjoy something a little more local we pressed on
to scope out La Tupina, the first restaurant to set-up shop on the
street and an institution as far as South-West dining is concerned. Tupina
is the basque-French word for the kettle that hangs from a fireplace
and it's this homely sentiment that feeds the atmosphere at La Tupina.
Dishes from recipes handed down from generations of grandmothers grace
the menu alongside offerings from local producers that Xiradakis and
other leading chefs from the region discover and nurture. This local
produce is also offered to diners to enjoy at home via the Le
Comestible, a dine-in epicerie, across the street. As appealing
as the warmth of La Tupina was, our stomachs were still full from our
three course lunch so we decided to cover the rest of the street to see
what else we may find. Just around the corner at the end of the street
we were delighted to find Le Café Tupina.
A
relaxed, retro space with red vinyl booths, mosaic tiled walls and
vintage bikes and kitsch knick-knacks for decoration, Le Café Tupina was
exactly what we were looking for. While it may be refered to as a
"café", the grand restaurant from which it takes its name has a heavy
influence on the gourmet menu. We enjoyed grilled calamari flavoured
with Espelette peppers cultivated from the Basque region, the cocotte du jour
of pork ribs served simply with sautéed capsicums and rice, and for
dessert pear poached in Bordeaux wine. It was the perfect way to sample
very well cooked local flavours.
The
next day marked our last day in the city. Realising there was to be a
big flea market that coming weekend right near our hotel close to the Marche aux Puces, we wandered into the city via where they are located, Place Canteloup, and found ourselves amongst the energetic groceries and fabric stores reminiscent of Paris' North African Goutte d'Or district. We crossed the place in search of our morning crémes
and came across a delightful organic café, the Chat Noir Cha Vert, run
by a group of girls as warming as the coffee they serve. Mismatched
vintage crockery displaying home-made scones, tarts and biscuits sat
proudly on the counter top; I couldn't resist trying a treat called a corne de gazelle, a light, crescent-shaped biscuit dusted with icing sugar. Decorated with a trompe l'oeil
bookcase, plants on every surface and artwork by local creatives, you
could tell the cafe was a the hub of the area's alternative community.
It gave us just the energy we needed to whiz through the city one last
time before our 2pm train.
Wanting to pick up a few forgotten supplies before heading to the almost deserted coast we set off for Rue Saint Catherine, the 1.5 kilometre pedestrian shopping street that intersects the old town, detouring via the very cool Rue du Pas-Saint-Georges,
the same street that hosts the amazing cheese shop. Boutiques such as
Graduate Store and a.Copola had us curating our ideal wardrobes and
Bloom had us wishing for a garden.
After abusing our pockets shopping we headed to Place du Palais to be kinder to our stomachs at La Cagette, a great spot we'd seen on our first day.
Since
its opening not yet one year ago, La Cagette's formula, while seemingly
unique to Bordeaux, is one that has been wildly well received. A modern
cantina that produces a new menu each day according to the fresh
produce available from local producers, the La Cagette's open kitchen
not only services its 30-cover salle but can prepare their dishes for take away, apéro and picnic hampers by special order, and each Sunday they put on a set-menu brunch available up to 3.30pm.
Its
clean, minimalist black, white and pinewood interior is the kind I fall
head over heels for; if I could design my ideal kitchen this is what
it would look like. It felt like we were dining in the cafeteria of a
chic Scandinavian junior school. The only colour in the place came from
the amazing embroidered art work by Cécile Jarsaillon on exhibition and
the fresh produce used in their dishes that are kept stacked against the
wall in their cagettes (crates), which only works to highlight them both.
While I would have loved test the kitchen's plat
offerings we were super excited to see decent sandwiches on the menu.
Mr M and I took the sandwich + dessert formula at the very reasonable
9€, and some freshly pressed juice. The staff haven't lost their
new-kid-on-the-block bounce and were attentive without being over
bearing (for a while at the start we were the only ones in the café -
early Anglo eaters!). Should I ever hope to find myself in Bordeaux
again I'd be making a beeline to La Cagette as soon as I step off the
train, perhaps even schedule the trip around being in the city on a
Sunday morning to try the brunch.
We
worked hard at seeing as much as we could in the little time we had in
Bordeaux, and while happily satisfied and inspired with what we did, I
know that if I was to stay a little longer and scratch at the surface a
little further a whole new creative and exciting city would open up to
explore. It was this lingering feeling that occupied my thoughts during
the hour-long train ride to continue our holiday on the coast.
Baillardran
55, cours de l'Intendance, BORDEAUX
Mon - Sat: 9h - 20h, Sun: 10h30 - 20h
Website
Rue du Pas-Saint-Georges, BORDEAUX
#66 - Fromagerie Deruelle
Tues - Sat: 9h00 - 13h00 & Mon - Sat: 16h00 - 19h30
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#63 - Graduate Store
Mon - Sat: 9h - 19h
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#72 - Bloom
Mon: 9h30 - 19h, Tues - Sat: 19h30 - 20h
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a.Copola
61 Cours d'Alsace Lorraine, BORDEAUX
Mon: 14h - 19h30, Tue + Wed: 11h - 19h30, Thurs - Sat: 11h - 20h
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Le Comptoir Bordelais
1bis, rue des Piliers de Tutelle, BORDEAUX
Everyday: 9h - 19h30
Tel: 05 56 79 22 61
Clos des Menuts
3 Place du Chapitre, SAINT EMILION
Open everyday: 9h - 19h
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Le Café Tupina
1, Quai Ste Croix, BORDEAUX
Open everyday: 8h - 23h
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Chat Noir Cha Vert
47, rue des Faures, BORDEAUX
Tues - Sat: 9h - 23h, Sun: 9h - 20h
Tel: 05 57 95 93 32
Resto La Cagette
8, place du Palais, BORDEAUX
Open everyday. Mon - Sat: 12h - 14h30 & 19h30 - 23h. Sun for Brunch: 11h30 - 15h30
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