Vieux Lyon

It’s our first day in Lyon. We returned to our hotel after venturing out to acquaint ourselves with the immediate neighborhood, but I still had some energy to burn off. I decided to wander over to the part of town called “Vieux Lyon.” (Old Lyon).

To get there, I walked two blocks to the Saône river, then up three blocks to a place on the river where one can cross the river on a pedestrian-only bridge called a “passerelle.” Once over on the other side, you’re in Vieux Lyon – the oldest part of the city. It looks old, too. No modern buildings on this side of the river, that’s for sure. Continue reading “Vieux Lyon”

Bienvenue à Lyon! (Welcome to Lyon)

Bienvenue à Lyon!  (Welcome to Lyon).  Today we made the short trip by train from the little town of Dijon to the big city of Lyon. We took a taxi from the train station to our hotel, located in the part of town known as “Presque-Ile.” (Do you remember what that means in anglais?).

Our hotel is on a little side street. I’m glad the taxi driver knew where it was, because we might have never found it by ourselves. There’s a sign for the hotel up high, but at street level, the only indication of a hotel is a little sign on a nondescript door.  OK — so how do we get inside? Continue reading “Bienvenue à Lyon! (Welcome to Lyon)”

Au Revoir Dijon, Bonjour Lyon!

Today is the day we say “au revoir Dijon” and “bonjour Lyon.” My beautiful and demure Better Half is still under the weather, but she says she feels good enough to make the trip. Her stomach hasn’t been its normal self for the past two days, but hopefully the trip will be, shall we say, uneventful. Continue reading “Au Revoir Dijon, Bonjour Lyon!”