A spring afternoon in Medoc. Just wander near the river shores, stopping by every little village. Suddenly, Bordeaux and its chic buildings seem far away, here you see tree-filled banks, Tchanqué shacks, and open-air cafes near the water. The vines are green and yellow, all the paths are covered in blooms, we pass by cute old-stoned chateaux with climbing roses at the front. We just need a convertible to complete the perfect picture and feel te wind in our hair. We tell ourselves, next time, we come here on our bikes and we sure bring a picnic to eat on the grass. And what if we bought a small shack ?