Our tour this morning was in a green, two-passenger ebike contraption guided by Marc. Marc was an unprepossessing individual. He was dressed in a flannelette shirt, vest and corduroy trousers. Whenever he had the opportunity, he vaped. He was, however, a decent guide and we didn't have to share him with 20 others on the ubiquitous walking tours.
We learned about the silk industry, popped into the cathedral to check on the time for Sunday Mass, saw a fountain made by the Statue of Liberty guy, visited the courtyards of Italianate renaissance mansions, peered into the window at pink praline confections, walked through a traboule and visited the roof garden of a puppet museum. In the traboule Lyn spotted a carved pilgrim shell on the time worn stair. We paid off Marc in the square opposite the town hall.
Marc pointed out the queue outside the town hall. This is a heritage weekend and museum entries are free and buildings, usually closed, are open to the public. We did a quick detour to find quiche and pink lemonade and enjoyed the local graffiti.
We are serial town hall tourists. We have enjoyed Glasgow and Melbourne in recent times. Lyon is on another level. I didn't bother photographing the numerous gilt salons. I don't know whether the hundreds of French visitors will be chuffed by the experience of seeing the rooms from which they are ruled, or whether they will take to the barricades - again.
We walked home via the main drag where, among the expensive boutiques Lyn noticed a street sign.
We stocked up at the supermarket in case it is closed tomorrow, walked home, had lunch and slept.
Late in the afternoon we took a boat tour on the River Saone to the confluence with the River Rhone. The modern architecture was fascinating. Spot the the buildings known to locals as 'the Orange Cheese' and 'the Pencil Sharpener'.
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