We were in our flat when we heard some loud music coming from the street outside. When we opened the window we could see some sort of march taking place.
We went out for a closer look and Cath worked out that the flags were Armenian and that it was a march of remembrance for Armenian genocide memorial day which commemorates the victims of a series of massacres and starvation by the Ottomans in 1915.
The next day I bumped into them again on the Presque Île.
Thrown to (the) Lyon 