As I was walking down Avenue du Maréchal-de-Saxe you’ll never guess who I bumped into.
Father Christmas was there with a couple of rennes and a couple of petites filles.
The road had a real Christmassy feel. Not much further along the road was a stall selling la barbe à papa.
Even Cath’s nails were getting in on the act.
Thrown to (the) Lyon 