Bordeaux, France, taken on January 10, 2013
I’ve never been a fan of rain, but having lived in Bordeaux means that I’ve experienced a lot of it. Bordeaux is an elegant lady that loves to cry a little too much sometimes. Even so, when she glistens in her tears, so is still beautiful, especially during the lonely night. (See the original photo in colour.)
One of my favourite random activities that I used to do during my undergrad at Waterloo was walking on railroads. Not in between the rails, but on the actual rails themselves. I liked to try to balance myself as I walked forward, and often I would fall to the side and had to start over. Today I went back to Waterloo for a visit and drop by Waterloo Park for a walk. At the railroads I revisited those undergrad memories and walked a little down the tracks, tipping left and right as I went.
Missing the tram just as I get to the station on a Sunday means a 12-minute wait for the next ride, so I decided to walk a station or two. It wasn’t scorching hot like last week, and the 26 degrees Celsius weather was perfect for a short stroll. From Doyen Brus, I walked on the tram tracks slowly to François Bordes with 8 minutes to spare, so it made sense to go to the next station, Arts et Metiers.