|Lyon is at the confluence of two rivers. This one is the Sâone|
|In front of a wild horse fountain by the town hall|
|At certain intervals, steam came through the horses' nostrils, which was pretty cool|
|Jules in front of a couple of bouchons in the Old Town|
In the morning, it was raining (as I said, the rain followed us around for the whole trip), but that didn't stop us taking Lyon's nifty little funicular up the hillside, where we accidentally but fortuitously got off at the Roman arena. It was still rigged up with a stage and lighting for the annual summer theatre that takes place there - it must be a cool experience, sitting in an ancient theatre with a great view of the city. It was pretty miserable and deserted when we were there though!
|My allergy to ironing letting me down again here|
|View of the theatre and the city|
The rain had stopped by the time we came out of the basilica, and we were treated to some lovely views over the city.
|The domed building in the middle is the Opera House, to the right of the town hall|
|Looking across the Sâone to the peninsula between the two rivers|
|I don't know where this was, but I liked the blurred look (I cropped a finger out of the top right-hand corner)|
|My generously-sized quenelle|
As well as food, Lyon is famous for its festival of lights, which always takes place around my birthday. So who knows, maybe one year I'll be back to see all the things we no doubt missed on our very brief stop in Lyon!
*I even like puns that make no sense. Lean on me? No?