(Part Dieu is the main train station here…..it’s also my second Lyon post).
I’m very clever, I know….Dieu/Deux are close enough :)
I’m leading the league in sunrise shots.
For the second day in a row, some guy was seen wearing shorts in public. Yesterday, it was because it was warm (though that’s still no excuse). Today, it was workout time through Place Carnot and up Rue Victor Hugo to the Place Bellecour.
Then a walkabout….my kid would rock the street art here.
Some nice river boat cruise liners on the Rhone.
That wild and wacky church again…
Here’s the man himself, Paul Bocuse and his capable teacher, Eugenie Brazier.
This Valencia paella seems more paella than Valencia’s.
(He really IS everyfuckingwhere….IYKYK)
I gave in to temptation…
Seems like every organization worth its salt has this guy. Mop-headed like he just rolled out of bed, doing the tough jobs, thin as a rail yet wiry, cables for forearms and veins popping….he’s the guy who can weld a tank, fix a leak, climb the roof….knows where all the bodies are buried. And gets his work done in time for a quick smoke break (yes, i accurately predicted that!).
It’s really enjoyable for me observe folks so good at their jobs…the ease, the efficiency, the skill. No wasted effort. I watched this guy for an hour cranking out the shellfish platters. Just a machine….what a craftsman.
That’s homeboy on the right, with my server on the left.
That church thing again…
The RKO tower from Rocky Horror?
I’m on the hunt to find as many sponsors of Tour de France teams as I can.
Super U…
Ok, these were a hundred years ago…aka in my youth.
Next day’s fun….it’s time to storm the castle….or buzz the tower.
(How many movie references can I add in one sentence? And a donation to the Top Gun gratuitous quote fund).
Gonna take this bastard by foot.
The stairs are NASTY…and endless.
Victory is mine.
What a view….or to quote Ghostbuster Winston Zeddemore: I LOVE THIS TOWN!
Foodie Tour! Did a fun one in Rome, so hopefully this will measure up….Folks from Vancouver, Perth, Melbourne, DC…..and Deschutes County, Oregon.
Some interesting history: tunnels thru buildings, and a Harry Potter car.
Next course: the pike dish I had on Monday, pig tripe, or coq au vin. I was tempted to go for the tripe, but really wanted the french version of coq, as i have made it several times.
Wow, how quickly the wheels fell off…
It was garbage. Dry and tasteless. So disappointing. I snuck a taste of the pike dish, and it also was light years below what Arthaud made for me the other day.
And that was it. A couple of confections, a piece of pastry, and 110 euros down the drain. Wow…the tour leader asked us to complete an online review. I’m guessing she would like to take back that request….I stated that my self-guided tour of Les Halles yesterday was much more satisfying. Mon dieu!
If Paris is the City of Lights, Lyon needs a similar nickname…
Last shot of the basilica, I promise…
Bucket list item: Escargot!!! An easy dozen…
They were okay…absolutely drowning in garlic, butter, and basil…the culprits themselves didn’t have much flavor. They were labelled as “Homemade Burgundy Snails.” Homemade? As opposed to snails made on an assembly line?
The maitre’d looked (and acted) like Dr. House, just a grumpy guy. Maybe he was prickly because of the evening chill, but I’m still trying to figure out his pullover.
The main event: saucisson chaud a la beaujolaise, lentilles vertes. A traditional Lyon pork sausage that sounded yummy.
And it was!!! A bougie version of franks and beans, very tasty.
