J’ai traboulé

Today I decided to walk into Vieux Lyon as it seems that is where it’s all happening on a Sunday.

I love the way you often get glimpses of La Basilica de Notre-Dame de Fourviere as you walk around Lyon.

Once again, the whole of the rest of the city seemed to be in Vieux Lyon with me. I was gawping at chocolate shops and wine shops and hot chocolate shops where you could pay €16 for a hot chocolate when I stumbled across this:

Now, long-time readers (who am I kidding – it’s just me) will remember an entry about les traboules in Lyon that I learnt about in a DuoLingo podcast.

Well today j’ai traboulé!

And it felt wonderful. Here I am a couple of months later trabouling for all I am worth.

Everywhere I looked in Vieux Lyon were great places to eat, great places to drink and gorgeous food on show. These pink brioches a praline were so tempting.

So I bought one – along with a couple of very strong bottles of local beer and another thing to brighten up the flat – a lovely redshank.

Good job I joined that gym.