Our handsome waiter exclaims “Et voila! as he presents me with a platter of local favourites. Wafts of fragrance permeate my nostrils and I audibly “mmm.”
While I’m eager to eat, I also want to savour the moment. Leaning back in my chair, the balmy afternoon heat soaking into my bones, I take in my surroundings. Tucked down a tiny laneway, I seem to be the only foreigner sitting in this tiny, traditional brasserie. French families chatter and laugh either side of me, church bells toll in the distance, and the heavenly sound of wine corks popping – followed by the satisfying “glug glug” and the clink of glass against glass – fills my ears.
There are few people who haven’t heard of Bordeaux. In fact, its mere mention is enough to make you reach for a wine glass and a cheese platter. However, it turns out there’s much more to France’s sixth largest city than
