Here we are then, Lyon. After the shortest flight imaginable I’m here – and after a very expensive taxi journey – Sunday prices apparently – I have arrived at my new home.
I need some essentials so nip out to the nearest supermarket that is open. One thing I particularly want is a glass of wine or beer. But..
No alcohol is sold on Sunday afternoon. Is that a Monoprix thing, a Lyon thing? I don’t think it’s a France thing. I have to make do with tea.
Thrown to (the) Lyon 
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