Bordeaux, France: Wine, River Walks & Good Energy

Saturday. Arrival in Bordeaux

I arrived in Bordeaux on a Saturday afternoon around 2:30PM after a smooth three-hour drive from La Rochelle. My Airbnb was perfectly placed in Chartrons, the city’s creative heart at Rue Ramonet, complete with a hot tub and that understated cool that instantly makes you think, yep, I could live here.

As luck would have it, I’d landed right in the middle of La Fête du Vin Nouveau et de la Brocante, a street festival celebrating wine, food, vintage finds, and music. The whole neighbourhood was buzzing: live bands on every corner, the scent of food drifting through the air, and locals in their most stylish “just threw this on” outfits wove through the crowd.

Before I could dive into the fun, there was the small matter of check-in. With the roads closed for the festival, I had to park a few streets away and make several luggage runs through the crowd with Roly trotting the streets like he already owned the place. Once everything was inside the airbnb, I moved the car to Citi Parking (five minutes away), and returned to join the party.

The streets were alive wirh music drifting between cafés, bars, restaurants and laughter spilling from every corner. I wandered through the stalls, watching locals dance and chat, wine in hand and not a care in the world. Still a little tender from my night out in La Rochelle the evening before, I decided to take it slow. I grabbed a baguette from Boulangerie Au Pétrin Moissagais, wandered past the overflowing bars of Chartrons, and ended the night with a slow walk home.

Sunday. Riverfront Mornings & Festival Vibes

Sunday started with soft light spilling through the shutters. Just five minutes from my door is the Quai des Chartrons, a wide riverside promenade along the Garonne. The Marché des Quais was in full swing: stalls piled high with cheese, oysters, fish, meats and the likes.

Roly and I followed the river all the way to Place de la Bourse, where the iconic fountain shimmered against the mirror pool. The city was electric with runners, families, and pink shirts everywhere for Bordeaux’s annual breast cancer charity run. Easily the most alive Sunday I’ve seen in France.

Lunch was at Suzette Crêperie Urbaine, with a savoury galette, followed by a glass of wine on an outside terrace. After I headed back to Chartrons and enjoyed dangerously good pastries from Paola Pâtisserie (zero regrets). 

The afternoon faded back into the rhythm of the festival with live music, vintage stalls, and wine flowing freely for day two of the celebrations.

Dinner was at Osteria Pizzeria Da Bartolo, where I ordered seafood linguine and ended up chatting with a brother-and-sister duo at the next table. Pierre was a Bordeaux local, and his sister was visiting from Biarritz. Pierre shared travel tips for Spain, which I scribbled down between chats and sips of wine. The kind of night that reminds you why solo travel never really feels solo.

Monday. River Runs, Groomers & Good Energy

Monday kicked off with a jog along the Garonne, tracing the waterfront through Chartrons. Even under grey skies, the view was beautiful with soft light on the river. Roly and I ran about 4K, splashing through puddles alongside other early-morning joggers who, like me, couldn’t care less about the rain.

Afterwards, I stopped by La P'tite Boulangerie Notre-Dame, my go-to boulangerie near my airbnb, for the daily ritual, a fresh baguette. I returned to the apartment and made myself breakfast and a dirty chai latte, fuel for a productive morning of client work.

In the afternoon, Roly had his grooming appointment at Pattes de Velours, where the team greeted him like an old friend. While he got pampered, I treated myself to a massage at Le Royaume Thaï, one blissful hour that reset my whole body. Honestly, it was 10/10 from start to finish.

With time to spare before Roly pickup, I stopped for a glass of white wine at SAS Le Wiz, with tables spilling onto the pavement. I sat outside, people-watching and waving back at friendly locals who honked or smiled as they passed. That easy, open warmth is exactly what I love about this neighbourhood.

When I picked up Roly, he looked beyond cute; fresh, fluffy, and full of post-spa confidence. Back at the Airbnb, I finished a few last client tasks and meetings, cooked sirloin steak with potatoes and broccoli, and later unwound. A perfect Monday, equal parts productive and peaceful.

Tuesday. Quiet Streets & Hot Tub Evenings

By Tuesday, Chartrons had shifted back to its usual calm after the weekend buzz. With the festival packed away, it felt good to explore the neighbourhood at my own pace, no crowds, just the quiet hum of everyday life.

I wandered in and out of the independent shops that line Rue Notre-Dame and Rue du Faubourg des Arts, both full of creative boutiques, vintage finds, and local makers. I picked up a small Bordeaux wall print, a keepsake for the road before heading back to the Airbnb for a full day of client work.

It was one of those deep-focus days with my laptop and music playlists, the digital nomad flow in full swing. By evening, I ordered Indian takeaway from Indian Nepali Swad (comfort food, done right) and, to top off the night, sank into the Airbnb’s hot tub. After a long workday, it was the perfect mix of productivity and pause. Perfection. 

Wednesday. Shopping Streets, Salon Days & City Buzz

By midweek, Bordeaux was in full swing again. I walked from Chartrons into the city centre, weaving through Rue Sainte-Catherine, Bordeaux’s main shopping street and one of the longest in Europe.

Lunch was at Rishi, a relaxed spot perfect for a quick bite before a little retail therapy. I popped into Sephora and left with a new red lipstick, bold and chic because sometimes, you just need a midweek confidence boost.

Next stop: a hair appointment, followed by a spontaneous cider and work session at SARL Arlu, a laid-back pub where I set up my laptop and caught up on emails between sips. As the evening rolled in, I wandered back toward Chartrons and stopped for dinner at Bistrot Maurice, a local favourite. This was the kind of day that blended errands, self-care, and city life into one long, satisfying stretch.

Thursday. Sunshine, Therapy & A Perfect Final Day

My last full day in Bordeaux began with a run along the Garonne River, the sun rising over the water and music in my ears. It was one of those golden mornings that make you feel like you’re exactly where you’re meant to be.

Back at the Airbnb, I had my weekly therapy session, something that keeps me grounded while living on the move and then spent the late morning packing up before check-out. With the weather too good to ignore, I headed downtown and grabbed a table outside Le Mascaron, a restaurant overlooking the centre. The food was incredible, perfectly seasoned, fresh, and paired with a chilled glass of wine.

Live music played in the square, the sun was warm, and I worked from my laptop between courses, one of those dreamy digital nomad moments that actually live up to the idea.

In the evening, I met a local friend for drinks at Le Molly Malone, a lively pub with great energy and even better people-watching. I ended the night back at the Airbnb, soaking in the hot tub. The perfect goodbye before the next stop Biarritz.

Friday. A Calm Morning in Bastide & The Road to Biarritz

Before hitting the road, I crossed the river to explore Bastide, a quieter, more residential side of Bordeaux. 

I started the morning at French Kiss Café, a bright, buzzy spot filled with digital nomads tapping away on laptops, chatting over coffee, or half-dozing between deadlines. The atmosphere had that gentle creative chaos, part coworking, part community. I ordered a dirty chai latte (made to perfection), set up my workspace, and let a couple of productive hours drift by.

Roly, meanwhile, was in full social mode, weaving between tables, collecting strokes and smiles like tips. You could feel the shared digital camaraderie in the room, a mix of freelancers, founders and daydreamers all doing their thing.

Afterwards, we headed to Le Calixte for lunch, a local favourite. I ordered the homemade lasagna, hearty and comforting, the perfect “last supper” before my three-hour drive to Biarritz.

Bastide had this peaceful, restorative energy, the perfect palate cleanser after a week of wine, festivals, and riverside runs.

💌 A Note from the Road

Bordeaux had it all; creative energy, riverside calm, and the kind of social warmth that lingers. From mornings at the market to nights in the hot tub, from chai lattes to runs, this city made me feel both inspired and at ease.

It’s the kind of place that balances equal parts sophistication and soul and I know I’ll be back to explore more.

Next stop: Biarritz for surf vibes, sunsets, and the start of the Basque chapter.