Monday, 8 August 2016

France Day Dix: Au Revoir Family

Bonjour! I've had a vacation in France and now for the travel diary because my memory is terrible so I need to recap it all. This was a family vacation to catch the Euro Cup (So apparently it's just called Euro which is weird no? Isn't that also singular of the currency? Unless football skills = currency. In which case, I'd be VERY POOR) courtesy of my aunt and uncle, without them, this trip wouldn't have happened.

France Day Dix
We awoke bright and early to send Nommie (along with the aunt's and uncle's luggage) to the Bordeaux airport because he was flying off with them to head back to London (they were taking the other car). I gotta say, I'm pretty sad just thinking about this because I'm rather attached to my cousin, and also it signals the end of the vacation (boooo).

As we were going to be catching the Belgium vs. Ireland Euro Cup match, we quickly drove near to the stadium in Bordeaux to grab a quick lunch before the match. You know those places along highways, like rest stops with lousy restaurants and whatnot? Yeah we ended up at one of those places. The fine establishment we came across is called Del Arte, I guess it serves Italian food like akin to Pizza Hut. I'm not complaining though, I love Pizza Hut. I had a lasagna while the boo had a seafood vongole. Clearly he had the mad food envy.


Mmmm mediocre lasagna

After lunch, we walked about 20 minutes to get to the stadium - The Nouveau Stade de Bordeaux is a fancy almost brand new (opened in May 2015) stadium that is quite an architectural beauty. There appeared to be an almost equal amount of Belgian and Irish fans and everyone seemed in high spirts, there was a lot of singing and cheering and my main gripe was as I stood in the crowd waiting to be frisked, I just felt really short.

Hey shawty

Ohhh so it IS just Euro

What a beauty

Artistic shot, yes?




The seats we got were just FANTASTIC. I think we were seated in the corporate sponsored seating area so it had an equal mix of fans from both sides, as well as some neutrals (like me - I equally support all teams as long as they have a good mix of handsome men). Our seats were right in front of those fancy glass rooms where rich people have lunch before the game. The stadium's seats were quite well spaced out, and there was lots of room for me to stand up, walk and bounce around taking photos. The match itself was awesome, with Belgium scoring 3 goals within the second half (like almost immediately), and the Belgian fans were incredibly excited. The commentator would announce who scored the goal, by loudly announcing the player's first name, and the fans would shout out the player's surname as if they were chant-shouting. ROMELU.... LUKAKUUUUUUU!!!!!


Fancy box seats just above us

St Patrick's day continues

I like to imagine these two guys sitting together doing arts and crafts

The view from our seats

Hello Bordeaux
Some serious manspreading going on. (Courtesy of a European stranger)

After the match, with our family having all departed, we headed to Arcachon, a beachside town about an hour from Bordeaux. We checked into Hotel Le B d'arcachon and then strolled along the beach towards Au Pique Assiete for dinner. I think the food was so-so. I had a set menu of salad, white fish and panna cotta dessert which was alright, while the boo ordered some pork thing that made me think of SQ airplane food. I didn't bother with the panna cotta too because I already had my mind made up to go to La Saison 2, a really purple and pink gaudily-designed cafĂ© which served yummy crepe. MMM. There was a restaurant near La Saison 2 that actually looked like it was frequented by locals - I don't know what it's called and Google Earth View is just making me feel dizzy. I feel like we should have dined there instead for dinner!

Pretending it felt like summer - it was probably 12 degrees celsius

 


The cutest sand art
Not strange at all

Beautiful evening but so cold brrrr
Au Pique Assiete






Welcome to the groovy 70s


I think this was very much my aesthetic when I was 12

OMNOMNOMNOM

Key learnings:
  • Don't order vongole at an "Italian" joint. Save it for Italy. Order something easy like lasagna and you'll never be disappointed.
  • Belgium has a pretty good soccer team and apparently quite a few of them play in the English Premier League. Is this important? Who knows?
  • The stadium in Bordeaux is currently named Matmut Atlantique - I guess it's a sponsorship thing but sorry Matmut, it ain't work for you. I don't recall seeing your name anywhere. Zero brand recognition.
  • The firm behind the architecture of the stadium is Herzog & de Meuron, who also did the Beijing Olympic Stadium. It must feel wonderful to be able to see your work come to life and be appreciated on such a grand scale. What am I doing with my life??
  • Don't trust always trust Trip Advisor - I read about Au Pique Assiete on TA and it was MEH
  • The Arcachon beach is COLD and the winds are really strong. Don't be a hero like me and try to wear beach type clothes.
  • It is really great to be a woman who needs to pee during a soccer/sporting match because there are fewer women and loads of cubicles. Also, not as dirty as one would image.
  • LUKAAAAAKKKKUUUUUUUUUU
Thanks for reading!

Tuesday, 2 August 2016

France Day Neuf: Pee parade

Bonjour! I've returned from a vacation in France and now for the travel diary because my memory is terrible so I need to recap it all. This was a family vacation to catch the Euro Cup courtesy of my aunt and uncle, without them, this trip wouldn't have happened.
 
France Day Neuf

Les enfants terrible (I use this loosely since the average age of Nommie, Boo and me is 28.6 years making us squarely more adult than not) left early in the morning hit up Toulouse for breakfast. We ate at a small little joint called La Fiancee. It’s got a very small menu but it’s very delicious. I had sweet and savoury pancakes while Nommie and boo had eggs and bacon. Sadly, they were a little slammed and our drinks took a long time to arrive, and the coffee had a slight sour taste which was a little off-putting. Maybe it’s meant to be like that? Nonetheless, we enjoyed ourselves and the service was good with staff being really nice and friendly. This is probably the only place we ate at where the portions weren’t huge, but they were enough to fill us up till lunch.


Both have their phones out because of the free wifi. *SIGH* Millennials these days

My favourite breakfast dish - sweet and savoury combos


Sluuurrrrp
We strolled through cobblestone alleys visiting shoe shops so the boo could try on like 643261 pairs of shoes only to buy zero. Not that Nommie is any less picky – he wanted to buy a bag for travelling with but found a black and orange bag “too colourful”.  *eye roll* 

No photos of shoe shops but we did go through a covered market

Market king

WHAT IS THIS??? Someone tell me please!!!

Cassoulet had been a big hit so we found ourselves back in Restaurant Emile to rejoin the ‘adults’. My uncle pre-ordered some bouillabaisse as well as it’s also another specialty of theirs. This fish soup wasn’t really my thang so I had more cassoulet which I can confirm was as delicious as the first day we had it. 

All so happy to be eating Cassoulet again

After lunch, we walked about half an hour towards the Toulouse stadium to catch the Euro match of Sweden versus Italy.  The Toulouse stadium wasn’t much to look at, the chairs were pretty small and close together so it was a little squeezy. The vibe was pretty good though, with the Swedish fans out in full force, going wild even before the match started. All the Swedish fans were in the yellow jerseys and lots of them were in funny Viking costumes or headgear. Not sure why there weren’t that many Italians. Nonetheless, Italy dominated and won 1-0. Don’t worry Sweden, you’ll always have Ikea meatballs to drown your sorrows in. 

Arriving at the stadium

Swag swag swag

Beautiful day for some Italian footie destruction

To prove I was in Toulouse

Ikea?

Squeezy

We walked back to the centre of Toulouse to have tea at BB by Christian Constant. By ‘tea’ I mean coffee, hot chocolate, chocolate cake, profiteroles, rice pudding and burgers. This restaurant has some awesome interior design on its ceiling and is totally worth checking out because the service is good and the food is delicious. 


Guy on the left is like 'GASP! How dare you mock my glorious mane??'

Sinful chocolate cake

Rice pudding

Profiteroles...

...Doused in chocolatey deliciousness

After all this eating, we continued the greedy train by heading back to the chateau to eat homemade Japanese curry and rice (mmm Asian delights), before we started packing up because we’d be vacating the chateau in the morning. Byebye Chateau Marcoux! :'(

Key learnings:
  • The stadium in Toulouse is actually really near to the centre of town – we only walked about 30 minutes (although we walked at a pretty fast pace).
  • It’s tough to get a cab on match days – my uncle tried to get a cab so they wouldn’t have to walk but most cabs were already taken.
  • It’s best to not bring anything to the football matches as they check all bags and do quite a thorough pat down. The women get a female attendant to pat them down so it’s a different (and usually faster) queue.
  • You’re not allowed to bring things with batteries or anything too bomb-like (the boo had his portable phone charger confiscated at an earlier game) and people who had umbrellas had to surrender them at a check-in counter before going back through the pat-down-bag-check area.
  • Men pee a lot. And not just in toilets. I had several sightings of men peeing in the bushes. I guess there’s also a lot of beer drinking which precipitates the peeing. 
Thanks for reading!