Sunday, September 11. Slow day. Toured Cadillac, south of Bordeaux on the Right Bank. But we first strolled through the Sunday market, just next to the ship. Huge stalls, mostly on wheels. Fresh-squeezed orange juice truck. Oysters, bagged for later or shelled as you watch. Bought some French sparkling wine from Bordeaux.

Cadillac was a typical town, famously with an original wall from the 14th century. Being Sunday, its streets were empty. Everyone was indoors eating Sunday dinner (chicken is the tradition). Very hot, which is going to be a theme all week I fear.

Roads have a nauseating number of small circles, which aren’t a problem for cars but forces the bus to slow down to nothing. Very time consuming navigation.

Sauternes winery. All they make. Owned by two sisters. It was unclear how involved they were in production. It’s odd how little is said about the people who manage the winemaking. Tradition dictates a process; people seem to just follow the recipe. Tasted one year, ten year, and twenty year sauternes. Progressively darker, with more intense flavors. Neither of us could tolerate the oldest.