So there, then, right round the back in an alley that looked like a bomb from wwii had already hit it and never been cleaned up,
a little yard of broken down fencing where kids could kick a ball around and be just hidden out of site from the gentrified gentry of Quai Des Marques.
Here.
This paper atoll blowing up in Bordeaux
So there it was this pasted up bomb plot massive 2 metres by 1.5 all stuck and peeling into the street from the wall.
Graphix like this making rare unexpected appearances in hidden corners of Bordeaux.
Bringing smiles to faces.
Slave history covered up by malls and skateparks aside, Bordeaux is the bomb.
So on another note near the university that day when the students were planning on rioting,
but mainly making their money out of selling socialist workers papers,
our friend Krusty arrived for a bit of a lie down.
Go Bordeaux.
