BORDEAUX the Blond, Vitage on Garonne
The sleeping beauty of the three M., Mauriac, Montesquieu and Montaigne,
The beautiful gourmet wine cellars has awakened under the skies of Aquitaine,
Bordeaux entered with brilliance in the third millennium,
Elegance of the balconies and facades, all the seduction of the Enlightenment.
Bordeaux closed by the old aristocracy of the cork,
On foot, by bike, in roller skates, the capital of wine, finally unveiled,
Show again its blond stones and its mascarons,
Through its backbone traveled by the new tramway.
The stock market square dedicated to maritime commerce illustrates the prosperity,
The largest mirror in the world, on the banks of the river, reflects modernity,
At the Chartrons, gallery owners and antique dealers have invested the cellars,
Place des Quinconces, the monument of the Girondins seems reinvigorated.
Porte St Eloi, the big bell of the belfry with well-encamped pillars,
Always tells the story of Alienor of Aquitaine and Henri Plantagenêt,
In the colorful neighborhood of St Michel, with fragrant scents of spices,
The six-centuries-old basilica proudly stretches its slender arrow.
The Grand Theater between classicism and modernity,
Combines the magic of gold with the madness of marble richly endowed,
So that a quiet walk while window-shopping
Offers to the walkers the pleasures of the street Sainte Catherine.
Bordeaux once proud, cold and closed,
A haughty citadel with its rich foliage,
Its name today sizzles the taste buds,
From Yquem, king of the Sauternes to Petrus, the full-bodied clay.
Hugo said: "Take Versailles, add Antwerp, you will have Bordeaux,
Classic and contemporary, bourgeois and trendy, everything is beautiful,
In the labyrinth of streets, all along a suave musardry,
Taste grilled tricandilles and fried roaches.
To finish, ring between the Port of the Moon and the Bridge of Stone,
To dream of the gabarres of yesteryear sailing on the limon waters
Loaded with barrels from the grands crus of Sauternes and Margaux
While savoring tasty crunchy and tender fluted half-hot
L’ARIÉ…JOIE