This past week, I spent a couple days touring Bordeaux with a dear friend from Tempe who spent a portion of his childhood summers playing among the winding streets, riding his grandfather's bike, and getting lost himself.
I'm already trying to calculate the maximum number of bottles I can bring back
From Bordeaux we rode the train to Arcachon, where a friend of his lives and we spent the next two days on the beach, watching storms roll in on the horizon, and took a couple tours on the boat. Not to mention amazing dinners at some wonderful restaurants.
Who are those kids?
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