Lyon, France (Lyon, France)
On the morning of the second of January, we made an expedition to the train station to see Fabienne off. She was heading back to Annecy to welcome a new round of flatmates, and we were staying in the city for a few more days before our flight to London. Once she had departed, we sunk into a funk of melancholy and spent the rest of the day in our flat, venturing out only to pick up supplies at the supermarket. On the way there, we were asked for directions by a tourist - it always makes me chuffed to be mistaken for a local!
Food aside for now, wines in the region are also highly praised, with Beaujolais produced to the north of Lyon, and Côtes du Rhône to the south. Nom nom nom.
For lunch we ate at a sandwich restaurant - L'Epicerie. With no vegan sandwich options I ordered the only thing available: a bowl of lettuce leaves tossed in olive oil with three hazelnuts on the top. We also kept having to stand up to let other diners squeeze past onto our enormous shared table where we bumped elbows for the duration of our meal. The experience was made a million times better by the kir royale I sipped at. So much yums.
Cheers to the brothers Lumière, who made it possible to watch great films like Gladiator, and cheers to the brothers Wright, who made it possible for me to skip over from Lyon to London in a couple of hours. Now to get through immigration and customs...
Today's post was almost called: Mon Kir Manque Mon Cœur