Today was the second day of my dad’s visit to Lyon and we had a lot to do. He seemed fresh after his first day’s exertions so we started off with a visit to Parc de la Tete d’Or.
Then it was up to La Croix Rousse to take in some murals.
Have some lunch (sitting behind a 96-year-old celebrating her birthday) – and then trabouler for a bit.
There was just time for a quick visit to Vieux Lyon – but by now the walking and heat had taken their toll.
So it was home for a well-earned siesta before dinner.
I went for the steak tartare prepared at your table. And the frozen nougat.
My French teacher told me to look out for swastikas in the mosaics on the floor left over from the Nazis’ occupation. We couldn’t see any – despite two trips to the toilet staring at the floor. But then suddenly…
That aside, it’s a fantastic restaurant.
*Update: Although the Nazis requisitioned the restaurant during the Occupation, the floor predates them so they are not Nazi swastikas. They must have loved them though.
Thrown to (the) Lyon 