French Food Question Mark?

Aww, look how pretty

See, rustic.

 So I don't know about anyone else, but when I learned I was going to France there was one thing that I was most excited about. You're probably the shopping or the sites or the sexy French men. Well if that’s what you were thinking you were wrong (though the sexy French men was a bonus) I was so excited to taste French food. I love food, who doesn’t?! To taste food in a different country, yeah who wouldn’t be excited. However, what I wasn’t expecting was my body’s reaction to French food. I won’t go into gory details but yeah I got a tid bit sick. And when I say a “tid bit”, I mean violently sick, like hugging the toilet all night long sick. This blog is getting depressing, I’m supposed to be talking about Bordeaux. But that story did help because I was sick in Bordeaux, so if my opinion of it seems negative, well you can blame it on bad duck crème brûlée.

Well gosh guys don't look so happy

Anyway, the city itself was beautiful, very old and European looking. But after leaving Nice with the sun and the sea, the dark beauty of Bordeaux seemed a little well… boring. Still, the wine was amazing. There were these little wine shops all over the city, which held darling little wines from the area. All at a hefty price but hey, we’re in France right? 

Look! The sun!

HI GUYS! Now stop and wait for me...


And the shopping surprised me. That sounds strange but calm down I’ll explain myself, lets not get ahead of ourselves shall we? The shopping was all American. I saw a teenage girl with an Abrocombie and Fitch bag. Seriously. Who knew there was Abrocombie and Fitch in France, cause there is. There was H&M and Claires. I mean if I wanted to go to a Nike store I would drive to the mall, not fly half way across the world. But once we did find the cute little antique shops, it was fun to find little French things.

Also, I do realize that there are no "food" pictures on this blog, I think it gives it character. Don't you?