Bordeaux

This was supposed to be artsy, but upon further reflection it does skirt the tenuous edge of fruity. I don't think it really crosses that line, but it's definitely dancing on the edge. Anyway, this is me in Bordeaux. It's very early in the morning, we're coming off of a very boring two day layover in this sleepy provincial town, and thus you have this. I rise majestically from the foaming waters of the Gironde like Neptune himself. Or not.