Today we decided to be adventurous and take the bus, then tram into the centre of Bordeaux. We could of cycled, but we wanted to eat out at a restaurant at lunchtime and not have to worry someone might have our Brompton's away. Tom on reception sold us day travel cards, and explained where we would change from the bus to the tram. He also recommended a very good restaurant that served traditional French fayre. We were sorted.
The buses run from outside the campsite every half an hour, and of course we just missed one. Whilst waiting for the next, a French couple came along. Fortunately for us the man spoke very good English. He told us how when visiting England he'd loved, Bath, Bristol, Oxford and Cambridge. well who wouldn't? He showed us where to catch the tram into the centre of Bordeaux and which tram we would need to return. Also where to catch the bus back to the campsite. Travelling by public transport is slow. We didn't mind that. It gave us a chance to take in the sights. what we did however mind were the number of people coughing in a public place. It felt like covid central. Around one o' clock we found the little restaurant near to the synagogue that Tom recommended. Sadly it was closed until next week due to annual holidays.
So we walked down through the Port d' Aquitaine and took a table in the shade at the Pub St. Aubin, where the waiters all wore kilts. It felt like a real tourist trap and we hoped we wouldn't be disappointed. The service was a little Fawlty Towers, but the food was very good, as was the very nice glass of Bordeaux wine Angela of course couldn't refuse.
Two hours later we were as 'full as an egg' after starters of goats cheese and devilled egg salads, a pizza loaded with serrano ham and a very nice sirloin steak with pepper sauce, salad and fries, with coffee to finish all for around £30.00.
Obviously we needed to walk off the excess, so took a route through some interesting back streets back to the fountains at the Monument aux Girondins. Beautiful. France's Trevi fountain. The temperature this afternoon, 31 C. So you can imagine how uncomfortable the return tram ride was. Today had been a lovely day. We discovered parts of Bordeaux we'd never visited and gone off piste using public transport.
Back at Marge some new vans had arrived, the door open at the rear of one and inside a spare seat for the chemical toilet. Why? That's almost up there with bringing the kitchen sink.
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