Two hip strangers I managed to snap in the late afternoon in Bordeaux (above and below). 
Having wandered the streets of Bordeaux for a few hours, and fuelled only by my early morning baguette and Café au Lait, I was delighted (as were my aching feet-all those cobblestones are hard work on the tootsies!) when I stumbled across a quirky little Salon de Thé, Le Samovar, in the quartier Saint Michel. It is a cosy space filled with hundreds of second-hand books, lots of mixed matched sofas and chairs, throw rugs, kitsch objet d'art, and vintage lamps. It feels very much like taking tea in your Great Aunt's cluttered living room, um, except without your Great Aunt hovering about offering stale Rich Tea biscuits and unwanted advice on the state of your love life.
The coffee was, well, average, but you don't go to France for the coffee (unlike Italy!). You go to sit in cafe's like this one to soak up the atmosphere, to eavesdrop on conversations, to write, and to dream a thousand dreams.
Le Samovar
rue camille sauvageau, st Michel, 33800 Bordeaux
The photos below are of some lovely students I met while dreaming my thousand dreams :)
p.s. I do put spaces between my paragraphs-but then then they disappear when I post! arghhhhhhhhhSee, this is when an IT guru would come in very handy to hold my little hand
