where wine runs instead of water. Bordeaux

I had no plans that day except to visit a few addresses that caught my eye on social media, and off I was walking alone yet feeling so included in the city. The day was magical, with the sun shining brighter than before as the only player in the blue sky. It contrasted from the day before when the wind blew away all not secured and even the secured. I wandered around as if it was my first time here, although it was the 5th. But this time, it felt like I was new to this city. Maybe because now, living in Lyon, I am part of the French culture. Maybe because I was feeling very different about my life.