|rue marengo from my balcony|
the little flat that i stayed in while in bordeaux was in the st. michel district, only a few minutes walk or a few tram stops from the gare saint-jean, and not even thirty seconds from basilisque saint-michel. the apartment was so lovely and bright. the windowpanes and shutters were covered in peeling white paint. i would throw them open every morning to let the sun stream in.
i loved the little kitchen. i never bought the same bottle of wine twice. once every few days i would walk down rue saint-james to the boulangerie for a loaf of fresh bread. i liked going out for a coffee and chocolate filled croissant.