After our unconventional night we rode off into the sleepy morning for the final push into the bustling sophistication of Bordeaux.  Despite our sleeping arrangements we were in good spirits and looking forward to smashing out the last 25km so we could find breakfast.  Flying over the bridge and onto the River Garonne promenade we were greeted by the stuff of foodie dreams.  Bordeaux’s Marche des Quai,  a fresh food market on every Sunday, selling everything from freshly shucked oysters to stacked piles of warm baguettes to char-grilled prawns.