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Arriving in Lyon, I only understood three things about the city: that it was the second-largest city in France after Paris (if you include the metro area), that it was France’s culinary capital, as well as that it was house to an fantastic lights festival.
Lyon’s Fete des Lumieres was one of the most spectacular things I’ve ever seen — however the city was gorgeous to photograph during the day, as well! Here are a few of my preferred photos from Lyon:
Unusually, Lyon sits on not one however two rivers: the Saône (pictured above) as well as the Rhône. The two rivers run parallel throughout the city, producing a extremely long “island” of sorts.
Roman ruins? But of course! This amphitheatre is one of the best-preserved ruins in the region. (And I like the landscaping they did!)
Forget summertime — the ferris wheel in location Bellecour runs year-round! Views such as this from the top were absolutely worth the chilly temperatures. From the design to the shape of the fountains, this is just SO FRENCH!
Lyon had so many things that I like about France, like architecture, small quaint streets, as well as fantastic foods. This street was full of brasseries topped with bright red awnings as well as Christmas lights.
One of Lyon’s most famous dishes is the tarte aux pralines — a tart packed tightly with nuts as well as sugar!
On our second day, we geared up for a Cyclopolitain tour, where a Frenchman with thighs of steel would pedal us around the city…until it began to snow. Hard. Our guides weren’t dissuaded — they continued to pull us with the city, even as they themselves got covered in snow!
We stopped to inspect out Le Fresque des Lyonnais, an fantastic trompe l’oeuil mural featuring Lyon’s most famous residents, including chef Paul Bocuse as well as Antoine de Saint Exupéry, author of The bit Prince.
In some places, it was absolutely magical. Lyon’s Old town in a fresh covering of snow appeared like something out of a fairy tale.
And then it quickly turned ugly — snow, slush as well as sleet hitting from every direction. Temperatures dropped. Shivering beneath the blanket in the back of the Cyclopolitain, I felt like my toes were prepared to freeze clean off.
Laurel as well as I lasted as long as we might — then we begged for a Starbucks break so we might warm up our toes. As soon as we returned, lattes in hand, the snow had stopped!
One thing I’ve learned, however, is that the weather condition in France seldom stays the exact same for long. By the time we had completed lunch, we came out to sunshine as well as blue skies.
Lyon may be understood as the younger sibling to Paris, however it’s a gorgeous city that absolutely deserves a go to of its own.
Many thanks to Rhône-Alpes Tourisme and Magellan PR for holding me in Lyon. All opinions, as always, are my own.
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