I went on my first run this morning and got completeleleleley lost! I was gone for almost two hours! Once I recognized where I was, I kept stopping at every bus stop and checking my progress on the little map provided.

I was wearing spandex shorts so my booty was très visible and when I rounded the corner of a little rue, a man saw me coming and said in a cute, but grimy French accent, "Jesus Christ!"

I think I was on the outskirts of Bordeaux Centre for some time. I saw some beautiful things, like this house with a front yard enclosed by a royal blue metal fence and just bursting with ivy and fleurs. I also saw the Gare de St. Jean...it was pretty dirty and industrial and grand.

It was a good run!