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Blog to savors the fresh wind blowing through Bordeaux..

« The Garonne : rising too high, dropping too low, drying up, overflowing, flowing too… but when the Garonne reaches Bordeaux, it gives the city a flirtatious hip check and pours on the charm. » Anna Moï. On the left bank of this « hussy » river, the city reflects back an array of distinguished facades along its 4,500 meters of quays, like some kind of gigantic palace that starts who knows where and may end up in the sea. On the south side of the river, at Quai de Paludate, you’ll pass by the cellars of the Bernard family where I work for Millésima, the winemerchant branch of the family business, whose cellars are less obtrusive, yet just as lavish, displaying a series of somewhat austere trompe l’oeils along the same quay. A subtle bunch of grapes on one of the pediments at number 87 is the only telltale trace of the building’s vocation. Behind the discreet walls are 3 hectares of treasures, cases of bottles stacked several levels high—two to three million of them depending on the time of …