Musee des Beaux-Arts

Day 2 - John has decided we must move to Bordeaux. I listen nodding my head intently with a understanding but quizzical look on my face. After he was done I listed three obstacles standing in our way

1. We could never afford to live here

2. We have no job prospects

3. We do not speak French

He blows off this reasoning seeing obstacles as simple details. I love his optimism and decide to let him run with it.

This morning after a record breaking 12 hour sleep we awoke to find out we had missed breakfast. John ran downstairs and grabbed us a coffee (really strong) and a couple of pastries....you know a nice healthy French breakfast. After that I eat a chocolate covered caramel I find in my purse which I had forgotten about. I thought I devoured them all yesterday.

With map in hand we set out to not only explore the city but to visit the Musee des Beaux-Arts. The grounds of the museum were jaw droppingly gorgeous. Unbelievably well tended to with this sculpture prominently featured which I saw as a mix of the present and the past.

The Musee des Beaux-Arts houses 15th to 20th century works by Titian, Rubens, Delaxroix, Vernonese and others. There was also a Mattise/Marquet exhibit featured at their sister building which was only a few blocks away. More on that in my next post. I also found a textile piece as well as etchings . Here's a few pics...

This was our favourite painting which was entitled "The Building of Bordeaux" by Pierre Lacour. It had to be at least 8' x 10' and the attention to detail was stunning. You could sit for hours just taking it all in as there was so much going on in every section of the work. It was mesermizing.

Next post the Matisse/Marquet exhibit..............

Bordeaux..... Warning: Three Part Post (maybe more) and Vacation Photos

Our flight left for Bordeaux at 4:40pm or was supposed to according to our tickets. When we arrived at the airport we were bumped back a couple of hours due to........ "no idea" they never divulge that information. By the time we arrived in Paris it was around 1 a.m. our time and 7 a.m. theirs. We missed our flight to Bordeaux so we had to wait for the next flight that took off in four hours. I was staggering around both airports in a Gravol induced stupor and you probably could have put me on any plane to anywhere and I would when I arrived I was in France. As I've noted in previous posts, not only am I a nervous flyer but suffer from motion sickness as well. Just the kind of girl you want to have along on a trip!

Eventually we arrived at the hotel exhausted but still moving. Someone we ran into warned us not to sleep but to wait until tonight to crash. We propped open our eyelids and went out for a walk. I came across the first Chocolatier and dove right in to some chocolate covered caramels which they tie up so beautifully in a small bag with brightly covered ribbons. Lots of attention to detail here.

We found a lovely cafe not far from the hotel and stopped for a Caesar salad and a............

Best Caesar salad I've ever tasted. It was slathered in dressing with shaved parmesan on top and no, I wasn't thinking or concerned about the calorie count. I headed for bed around 9pm leaving John in the lobby trying his best to speak (butcher) the French language.

Tomorrow my visit to the Musee des Beaux-Arts.