wet slabs of granite to create a per-
fect reflection of the magnificent
18th-century buildings framing this
elegant square. At precisely that mo-
ment the loodlights at the foot of the
building facades switch on creating
an image of instant beauty that is
received with a mix of âwowsâ and
âoohsâ and the clicking of cameras.
Itâs the ultimate iconic image of
the city of Bordeaux. he whole thing
lasts a minute or two then itâs gone.
The sky turns black and the tiny
holes between the water mirrorâs
tiles start spewing a thin vapour of
droplets at the beginning of its next
âillâ cycle.
SATISFIED I PACK UP my camera
and cross the street to reacquaint my-
self with the Old City which I last vis-
ited ten years ago before the Water
Mirror was built. I have fond mem-
ories of its limestone buildings and
laid-back atmosphere. Although Bor-
deaux is some 2000 years old the en-
tire Old City with some exceptions is
A
T A TABLE ON A SMALL
TERRACE overlooking
the Garonne River Iâve
just finished a classic
southern French dish
of scallops and shellfish. The res-
taurant seems to be one of the last
on the block to cater to more locals
than tourists. I sip from a glass of co-
gnac with my cofee and wait for the
moment when the bright sky reaches
that post-sunset shade of dark blue
that is perfect for evening photogra-
phy. As it nears I inish my glass and
walk 200 metres to join a throng of
photographers on the boulevard
across from the Place de la Bourse.
We gather at the edge of the Miroir
dâEau (âwater mirrorâ). It is a shallow
pool the size of a sports field that
goes through an eternal 15-minute
cycle of illing with about two centi-
metres of water then emptying out.
I place my camera on a small tripod
and wait.
After a few minutes the water has
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