Throughout much of my visit in 1972 I felt unwell and quite exhausted due to a not-nice reaction to a last minute (and was it compulsory?), inoculation against, I think, smallpox. My condition wasn't helped by the fact that my briefly adopted French family failed to grasp, quite possibly because I'd failed to communicate, what sort of things vegetarians eat. No, damn it, I didn't totally fail to communicate, I simply communicated unsuccessfully what it was that vegetarians eat. It hadn't occurred to me that I'd need to explain that in some detail. And communication is a two way thing, (otherwise it can't be communication, can it?). Anyway, it's far simpler, of course, to say what vegetarians don't eat, although it's quite remarkable how many people fail to grasp even that simple concept.
I lived on little more than watery soup made with anelli, tiny rings of pasta. On my return I wanted the city to have a chance to redeem itself and months earlier during my preparatory web-wanderings I'd been delighted to find two vegetarian-vegan restaurants in Lyon, but in the real world the first, Soline, was closed and the second, Toutes les Couleurs, too far away for lazy walkers in the rain.
So........., what I suggest is that next time you're in Lyon you go to one or both restaurants and you eat twice as much as you normally would do so as to make up for our failure. Is that OK?
What does the bubble writing say?
"Hey, that roller skater's outside the bank again".
For all its utility the old Peugeot had been handsome, I thought, until the art exhibition was added.
Electric bikes on charge wait for public hire.
Lyon's Vélo'v public bicycle network consists of 2000 bicycles which can be
picked up and dropped off in different places around the city. Launched in 2005,
the Vélo'v led to a 33% increase in bicycle traffic in just one year. With a
consequential reduction in motor vehicle traffic?
Love Nest she was called.
The old door had caught my eye.
The
older parts of the city are full of old doors behind every single one of which I
want to be able to take a look and a bit of a wander or, best of all, to be able
to live somewhere behind a door like that, a door from which after a few days of
finding my bearings I could start to emerge at any time of day or night, and to
look perhaps and to feel perhaps like a person who belonged in this city, or in
many other cities.
In other words, tourism is fun, but it's so shallow!
