Bordeaux Postcards

street sketches

 

My first day in Bordeaux, twenty hours of travel (without sleep), trying to shake being a whole day ahead. The hotel was drab and small, and my home for the next month until I found an apartment. I had to go kill a few hours so I could sleep through the jet lag in one go. The first building I found was once a wine storehouse, back when horses hauled casks around on carts. Now it was home to a variety of shops, including a massive art supply store.
 
The entire back half was dedicated to paper. Endless stacks and reams and books of paper of every size and type and press. I immediately found a small book of blank postcards, made from local pulp.
 
That's when I knew I was going to be ok here.