Bordeaux: a wine journey and a journey through time
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Bordeaux in southwest France is a city with a story, a land that breathes together with wine. When I set foot on this fertile land embraced by the Garonne River, I knew that this journey was destined to be more than just wine tasting. Bordeaux has a rich sense of history, as well as modern fashion and vitality; it has intoxicating wine, as well as amazing nature and culture. Every step here is like opening an ancient hand-bound book. The lines are filled with time. The Finnish plane slowly landed at Bordeaux-Mérignac Airport. Looking out the porthole, the sky was a gentle light blue. . The air in Bordeaux carries a faint earthy aroma, mixed with the aroma of the vineyard, just like the subtle feeling you get when you first take a sip of aged red wine—both familiar and fresh.
I live in the Golden Triangle (Triangle d'Or) in the city center, which is one of the most prosperous areas in Bordeaux. The streets are paved with golden stones and the buildings are in an elegant French Baroque style. The first day's itinerary was very simple. I decided to use my feet to measure the soul of this city.
The Grand Théâtre de Bordeaux was my first stop. This 18th-century building is famous for its 12 magnificent Corinthian stone columns. On the terrace outside the theater, the sun shines down, revealing an aristocratic elegance. I was sitting on the steps of the theater, listening to the street performer playing the violin, and I felt an unreal feeling in my heart - all of this seemed like a scene from a certain literary movie.
Next, I came to the world-famous Place de la Bourse. This square is opposite the Garonne River. The central pool reflects the entire sky in the sunlight, as well as the ancient buildings on the other side. Between the sparkling waves, the whole city seems to be immersed in a dream. I took off my shoes and stepped into the pool. The cool water gently caressed my feet. At that moment, I seemed to be one with Bordeaux.
At night, I found a French bistro hidden in an alley. Ordered a glass of Bordeaux Cabernet Sauvignon to go with a simple cheese platter. The wine has a rich and deep flavor, with aromas of blackberries and vanilla, and every sip is like a dialogue with the land. When night falls, I walk on the ancient streets, and the street lights above my head emit a yellowish light, which seems to silently tell the story of Bordeaux.
Coming to Bordeaux without going to the vineyards is like going to Paris without seeing the Eiffel Tower. Early the next morning, I took a minibus and headed to the famous town of Saint-Émilion in Bordeaux.
The car is driving in the countryside, and outside the window are layers of vineyards, spreading to the end of the horizon like green waves. The tour guide was an enthusiastic local who explained the history of Bordeaux wine to us while driving. He said: "Bordeaux wine is not just a drink, it is a culture and a reverence for nature." This sentence touched me deeply.
The small town of Saint-Emilion is a place with a medieval feel, with winding stone-paved alleys lined with ancient churches and wine cellars. I walked into a family-run winery. The owner was an old man with white hair. He enthusiastically took us to visit the wine cellar. Rows of oak barrels are neatly arranged, and the air is filled with the aroma of wine and wood. He tells the story behind each bottle of wine as if it were a family history.
At noon, we enjoyed a simple but sumptuous lunch - roast chicken, French country bread and wine - in the garden of the winery. The sun shone through the leaves on the dining table. I looked up at the vineyards in the distance, and felt an indescribable feeling of happiness in my heart. This feeling of connection with the earth makes people deeply understand that the beauty of life lies in these small moments.
On the third day, I decided to delve deeper into another side of Bordeaux – its art and history. My first stop was Bordeaux Wine City (La Cité du Vin). This modern building looks like a glass of swirling wine, and inside is a museum full of technology and creativity. Through the interactive exhibition, I learned about the origin and production process of Bordeaux wine, and there is even a small "tasting laboratory" that allows you to smell and taste different aromas.
Then, I came to Cathédrale Saint-André, a magnificent Gothic building that has witnessed the thousand-year history of Bordeaux. The stained glass windows inside the church give off a dreamy glow in the sunlight, which is breathtaking. I stood under the tall vault and felt a shock from history. This kind of shock is not cold, but a gentle dialogue with time.
In the afternoon, I strolled around Port de la Lune, a riverside area in Bordeaux that is listed as a UNESCO World Heritage Site. The buildings by the river shine with golden light in the sunset, and the street cafes are filled with people drinking coffee and chatting. The whole scene is like a still painting. I ordered an espresso and quietly watched the boats coming and going on the Garonne River, feeling peaceful in my heart.
Bordeaux is not just about wine and cities, it’s also about stunning nature. On the fourth day, I headed to the Dune du Pilat, not far from Bordeaux, which is the highest sand dune in Europe.
When I stood at the top of the dune, what I saw took my breath away. The golden sand dunes stretch to the horizon, and on the other side is the blue Atlantic Ocean. The scenery between the sea and the sky is intoxicating. I took off my shoes, stepped barefoot on the soft sand, and felt the raw power of this piece of nature.
On the dunes I met a young French couple who invited me to share their picnic. A simple French baguette, cheese and a bottle of Bordeaux red wine made this afternoon extremely rich. They told me that they come to the dunes once a year because they are a "safe haven for the soul." As I listened to their stories and watched the waves lapping at the beach in the distance, I suddenly felt that the meaning of travel lies in these accidental encounters and sharing.
On the last day, I decided to pick up some Bordeaux souvenirs for myself and my friends. Rue Sainte-Catherine is the longest pedestrian shopping street in Europe, lined with a variety of boutiques and handicraft stores. I walked into a wine shop and picked out a few bottles of red wine from a small winery. I also bought some French macarons and local grape jam.
For the last stop, I returned to Shuijing Square, this time to see it at night. When the lights are on, the water in the square reflects the entire starry sky. The night in Bordeaux is more like a dream than the day. I sat on a bench by the square, thinking back on the journey over the past few days, and my heart was filled with gratitude.
Bordeaux is like a glass of wine. It is strong when you first drink it, but as it ferments over time, it has endless stamina. I returned home with the story of Bordeaux, but the smell of this city remains in my memory for a long time.
Bordeaux is not just a place, it is an attitude towards life, a way of dancing with the earth, culture and time. Until next time, I will definitely meet it again with more stories.