Bordeaux 1

At the hotel they told me I was lucky, I came to Bordeaux during the snow, and it never snows here. I think, of course, I am lucky — from snowy Russia to snowy France.

The town was quite empty and it was interesting to dedicate the beginning of the trip to a lonely walk.

There were a lot of African hairdressers and cafes with grilled and fried chickens in the area near the train station. Near the market, I stopped for a while to listen to black guys who were raping, smoking and drinking beer.

In rainy weather the paving stones was very beautifully combined with the walls of houses, moss and mold.Read more