As I was cycling home I stopped at a red light and a fellow cyclist said something to me that I didn’t hear.

Comment? Je n’ai pas entendu?

Quelles jolies chaussettes, elle m’a dit.

The good news is, I have another pair.

When I first agreed to come to Lyon, Euronews told me I would benefit from a type of visa called a passeport talent.

I applied, was rejected, applied again and got it with a few months delay.

Anyway here is an explainer as to what they are – not commissioned by me I hasten to add.

Ahhh, Valentines Day.

I had to go to the Apple Store in Confluence about a faulty MacBook.

While there I tried to do a bit of promotion for this blog.

Well here’s something I was unaware of until now.

In this article in The Times Anna Richards describes how Lyon is an excellent city for dating and details her trips to several sex clubs.

What is more useful is that she lists some of her favourite wine bars like Les Barjaqueurs, Le Troquet and Les Assembleurs.

Might try some of those – the bars not the sex clubs obvs.

Anna has now found love but is also in love with Lyon.

She says Fourvière’s spires beat the Eiffel Tower any day of the week.

Cath chose our Sunday trip this weekend and it was to a park just outside Lyon – La Croix-Laval.

It had a lovely main building with a tearoom inside it.

It felt a bit like a weekend trip in the UK.

Even the birds had an English feel – chaffinchs, long-tailed tits and a kestrel.

It was a lovely house and gardens. We will definitely come back.

In my two years in Lyon I have seen lots of people sporting football tops from English clubs.

Of course Liverpool, Man Utd, Man City, Arsenal, Tottenham and even a Brighton shirt.

But today only a few streets from our house I saw this!

I couldn’t believe it and asked him why he was wearing a Fulham hat.

“J’aime bien l’équipe,”was the simple answer.

My new friend is off to Craven Cottage to see us play Liverpool on 20 April.

Come on you Whites!

So I’ve now worked at the Green Cube for two years! Wow, amazing.

However I now only have two months left by the banks of the Saône.

My end date has changed – thanks to a strange quirk of French employment law.

It was meant to be 31 March but that is a Sunday.

And apparently under the terms of the plan depart volontaire (PSE) you can’t sack people on a jour ferié – so now my last day is 2 April.

Not long left.