The trams in Bordeaux are sleek, modern, comfortable and clean as they quietly surf about 50 miles of track in the city. We tend to walk wherever we head, but they certainly were easy and convenient when we wanted to go to the train station for excursions or, ultimately after a month, to leave town.
Leaving behind a smattering of snapshots.
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Sometimes you feel as though a sculptor caught his subjects mid-sentence, as above where a god appears mansplaining to an unimpressed goddess. The mermen sentenced to forever support a balcony must complain constantly of stiff necks. A saint might appear empathetic to those below; a goddess indifferent. The muses atop the Opera House may be designed to inspire, but the satyr with the glaring eyes is a figure of nightmares. Is the horse heralded for its nobility or merely serving as a sign for a butcher of yore?
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Founded in the 17th century, the Chartreuse Cemetery is the oldest above-ground cemetery in Bordeaux. Little stone chapels appear to have been the preferred permanent dwellings for the affluent of the city.
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