Lody, 35 Years Old, From Bordeaux! -

“At 25, I wanted to be someone else. At 35, I just want to be more myself. And somehow, Bordeaux is the place where that’s finally possible.” He’s working on a small audio project—oral histories of Bordeaux’s market vendors. “The ones who’ve seen three generations of customers. They have more wisdom than any TED Talk.” He’s also toying with the idea of a collaborative art space in La Bastide, across the river. “Nothing pretentious. Just a room, a sink for cleaning brushes, and a rule: no talk about wine futures.”

Here’s a feature-style piece on , a 35-year-old from Bordeaux. Lody, 35: The Bordeaux Native Redefining What It Means to Come Home BORDEAUX – At 35, Lody has the kind of quiet confidence you don’t see in people who’ve never left their hometown. You also don’t see it in those who’ve spent twenty years running away from it. Lody sits somewhere in between—a Bordeaux native who traveled far, only to realize the city he was trying to escape had been shaping him all along. lody, 35 years old, from bordeaux!

He runs monthly walking tours called “Bordeaux intime” —not the Grand Théâtre or the Miroir d’eau, but the back alleys, the hidden passages, the bakeries that still use wood-fired ovens, the courtyard where a Senegalese drumming group practices on Sundays. “At 25, I wanted to be someone else

“At 25, I wanted to be someone else. At 35, I just want to be more myself. And somehow, Bordeaux is the place where that’s finally possible.” He’s working on a small audio project—oral histories of Bordeaux’s market vendors. “The ones who’ve seen three generations of customers. They have more wisdom than any TED Talk.” He’s also toying with the idea of a collaborative art space in La Bastide, across the river. “Nothing pretentious. Just a room, a sink for cleaning brushes, and a rule: no talk about wine futures.”

Here’s a feature-style piece on , a 35-year-old from Bordeaux. Lody, 35: The Bordeaux Native Redefining What It Means to Come Home BORDEAUX – At 35, Lody has the kind of quiet confidence you don’t see in people who’ve never left their hometown. You also don’t see it in those who’ve spent twenty years running away from it. Lody sits somewhere in between—a Bordeaux native who traveled far, only to realize the city he was trying to escape had been shaping him all along.

He runs monthly walking tours called “Bordeaux intime” —not the Grand Théâtre or the Miroir d’eau, but the back alleys, the hidden passages, the bakeries that still use wood-fired ovens, the courtyard where a Senegalese drumming group practices on Sundays.