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Go Backpacking > Destinations > Europe > France > An Introduction To Life In Bordeaux

An Introduction To Life In Bordeaux

January 22, 2009 By Dave

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Foie gras topped duck with potatoes

It felt good to be back in France, a little warmer, and ever so slightly less expensive than Switzerland. I picked up my bag and was happy to see Magali and Sebastien outside the baggage claim area, waiting to greet me. We drove to the center of Bordeaux (city) and started to walk around the labyrinthine streets, past churches and busy restaurants. It was still cold.

Magali's expertly drawn map of the Bordeaux region

We settled on a typical French restaurant facing a small plaza with a church. I ordered the same as Magali, duck breast with foie gras and potatoes while Seb had shredded duck with potato in a casserole type form. And of course we had a bottle of red wine from the region. I over did it by ordering my favorite, tiramisu, for dessert. My second rich, fatty, French meal of the day consumed, Magali drove us 45 minutes south to her hometown, Biganos, though she is originally from Nice, the only other place besides Paris I've visited in the country.

Magali and her older brother

She stopped the car at her uncle's house, about five minutes from her mom's place. To my surprise, she was about to present me to her uncle and older brother. As we approached the front door, I could hear loud laughter and took a deep breath.

Cast of characters (from left) - Magali's uncle, bird lady, Sebastien, and me

Inside, drinking wine around the dinner table were her brother, young nephew, and her uncle and his friends including a man who spoke some English in a wheelchair, a brunette woman I didn't speak to, and a blond woman who owned a bird that took turns perching on everyone's shoulder (between flights to and from the living room). A friendly black dog also vied for everyone's attention. Everyone was in a good mood having just finished dinner, and it wasn't long before Magali's brother opened a bottle of champagne (poorly, as it overflowed and sprayed wine everywhere).

The toy from the pie

I tried a traditional dessert, a pie in which a ” stone,”? usually a toy, is placed. Whoever gets the piece with the stone is King or Queen and gets to wear a crown (think Burger King). They rigged the distribution, ensuring I became King, though I quickly anointed the blond lady as the Queen.

French cognac

It wasn't long after the champagne was finished that her uncle took out French cognac under the guise of ” it's not every day he has an American in his dining room.”? It was too strong for me, and a subsequent apple-flavored French liquor was even worse.

The free-flying bird

There was a cloud of cigarette smoke over the table, with music playing from a stereo and a TV in the living room. Magali's brother performed some slight of hand with a cigarette and magic tricks with a deck of cards, he was good enough to fool me! The old blond woman, limited in her English, kept asking me about Barack Obama as President and saying they (the French) like Americans. I did my best to be patient with her, despite my annoyance when she would lean her arm on my shoulder.

One of the best beds of my trip

And then we left, drove a few minutes to Magali's Mom's home, and I was shown my wonderful room with a comfy, queen-sized bed, clean sheets, and fluffy, warm comforter.

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About Dave

Dave is the Founder and Editor in Chief of Go Backpacking and Feastio. He's been to 65 countries and lived in Colombia and Peru. Originally from New York, Dave now calls Austin, TX home. Find him on Instagram and Twitter.

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  1. Kyle says

    January 23, 2009 at 3:03 am

    Don’t you feel bad writing about how a woman was annoying, when this family graciously took you into their home? and don’t you worry that they’ll read this?

    • Dave says

      January 23, 2009 at 3:35 am

      I worry about a lot of things in life, but I’d hope Magali wouldn’t find offense in what I wrote, as I wanted to be true to the scene and situation I experienced so readers could get a feel for it. Her brother reminded me of my own (a good thing), and I felt honored that both him and her uncle wanted to ply me with French liquors.

  2. Kyle says

    January 22, 2009 at 10:03 pm

    Don’t you feel bad writing about how a woman was annoying, when this family graciously took you into their home? and don’t you worry that they’ll read this?

    • Dave says

      January 22, 2009 at 10:35 pm

      I worry about a lot of things in life, but I’d hope Magali wouldn’t find offense in what I wrote, as I wanted to be true to the scene and situation I experienced so readers could get a feel for it. Her brother reminded me of my own (a good thing), and I felt honored that both him and her uncle wanted to ply me with French liquors.

  3. Skylab says

    January 23, 2009 at 2:59 pm

    I love Cockatiels! Very cute bird. :)

  4. Michael says

    January 23, 2009 at 7:59 pm

    I love Cockatiels! Very cute bird. :)

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