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About Bordeaux

Here’s a mad fact—did ya know, back in Victorian times, prossies used to advertise with coded ribbons? Red fer “I’m game,” blue fer “bit classy.” Mental, right? This one, tho, she don’t need ribbons—her swagger says it all. I’m half tempted to nick her style for meself, but nah, she’d clock that too. Anyway, we’re chattin, an I’m gettin proper into it—happy as a pig in muck. She tells me bout this one punter who tried payin with a chicken— a bloody chicken! I’m creasin, picturin it. “What’d ya do?” I ask. “Told him to cluck off,” she says. Genius.

Oh, oh, bruh – there’s like 1 or 2 more spots I gotta drop – the local boulangerie on Rue du Matin, where the baguettes still scream fresh and crunchy. Rarely anyone talks about it, but it’s a real slice of local life. And trust me, after a massage, a fresh croissant is therapy.

1er REG + 2e REG: Sainte Barbe 2017