Wearing my brand new shirt I was ready to go.
A brisk walk to the tram stop and then we are off. Although – we weren’t. It came to an immediate screeching halt and I crashed into a woman sitting down. She screeched in pain and then I noticed she had her arm in a sling. Je suis desolé, excusez-moi madame-was the best I could offer.
Was this a bad omen? If it was then there was a good one just round the corner.
Among the bits of information scrolling through the screens on the tram such as: Comment porter un masque, Le meteo and #ilovetcl Instagram pictures there was one about the birds to watch out for in Lyon.
Now that has got to be a good sign right? And then we were there – at the green cube.
Everyone was very welcoming but there’s a lot to get my head around.
At the end of the day my new pass was ready for collection.
Thrown to (the) Lyon 