May 24, 2011

Bordeaux, in color

Yes, I’m finally getting around to the Bordeaux images.
Or, I should say, I’ve stopped beating myself silly about them.  I haven’t been very photographically minded lately, but just in the last day or two, I’ve felt it creeping back in.  Finally.
Thank goodness.
I was starting to have a serious existential crisis.
Here is my color take from Bordeaux.  Black and whites tomorrow.

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April 20, 2011

Soir

My last night in France, I walked the streets of Bordeaux with a colleague after dinner.  I needed a tripod, but didn’t have one so there’s some handshake in here.  It’s okay.  I still love how it captures the feeling of a Bordeaux evening.

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April 2, 2011

Not home yet, but home

I’m in Atlanta. So, not home yet but home in the country sense. Home in the “hey” sense as opposed to “bonjour.” Thanks instead of merci. I love France, but I love America more.
I lost my passport in the Bordeaux airport (and then found it, obviously), and I nearly killed a Chinese man whose sheer travel ineptitude caused my brand new MacBook to crash to the ground off the security conveyer belt in Paris. Still steaming about that one. Also trying to figure out why I had to go through security three times today, having never left the secured area in any airport.
So, yeah, I’m really ready to be home. This last flight will be considerably shorter than the Paris-Atlanta route, during which I watched three full-length movies, read a bit, napped a bit, and waited for 20 minutes to use the lavatory. My goal in the lav is to get in and out of those things as quickly as possible. What do people DO in there?!
I return triumphant, though. I had escargot. I ate snails, and I liked ’em. Hard not to like something drowned in garlic and butter, though.

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March 29, 2011

Bonjour!

My adorable little room looks out to an ancient building.
Arrived just fine, along with my luggage. Charles DeGaulle airport is spectacular. Managed to get a bit of sleep between Atlanta and Paris, then more on the way to Bordeaux. My cab driver picked me and another employee up in a BMW. Downtown Libourne is quaint, what little I’ve seen of it. Boss is picking me up shortly for a factory tour. And hopefully some food – I just realized I’m starving! Breakfast was meager, and about seven hours ago on the plane.
It’s about 2:30 pm here. I just talked to Zozo, who is on her way to school for the day. I keep seeing small children, and it makes my heart break to miss her so. I’ve never been so far away from her; I have to just not think about it or I’ll start tearing up.
I’ve showered and changed, and feel like a new person. Must go – shouldn’t keep the boss waiting!

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