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About Bordeaux

One day, she don’t show. Weeks pass—nada. I’m thinkin’, “Where’s my lil’ fish?” Maybe she got out, found her reef, or maybe some shark got her. Breaks my damn heart. I exaggerate sometimes, sure—say she fought off ten cops with them heels—but truth is, she’s a survivor, like Nemo, lost but scrappy. “Mine, mine, mine,” them seagulls’d say, but she ain’t nobody’s to claim.

Covered pot depicting the Storming of Ciudad Rodrigo, from the Prussian Dinner Service, Berlin

The neighborhoods? They’re a mixed bag, mate. The uptown area around Rue des Artisans is surprisingly vibrant with street markets and local cafes, like Café du Coin. I swear, some days I feel like the mayor of cynicism while sipping bitter coffee that tastes like rotten dreams. But hey, life’s a joke sometimes. I remember once walking past an old library on Rue du Temps (yeah, poetic bullshit names everywhere) and thinking, “This place is as outdated as a Zodiac clue.” Seriously, what's the point?

Fig. 3: The Roman city of Mediolanum (Milan): location of the site of...