We have just about worked Lyon out now. We know the number 40 bus which always gets us to where we want to go and home again. We know the Saone and which side is which. We know the place Bellecour and what’s around it. And its nearly time to leave.
We catch the number 40 bus and get off at the bridge over the Saone where the tourist ferry leaves from. There is only one departure today as it’s Sunday. The markets are busy but town is eerily quiet with the bustling shops and restaurants of yesterday now firmly shut up shop.
We cruise down the river and it’s amazing how different it is to the bus as it now holds my interest and I can photograph things easily. I think I shall picture a thousand words today and show you the view from the river.
We leave the river Saone and walk through the quiet town centre to the Rhone as we haven’t yet been to that side. We go across the bridge and through yet another market. I love these. The way they are just such a part of life here. We don’t need to but anything as we are now hotel based and we have had breakfast. Again i shall leave it to pictures paint the words.
This little fella who has his goodies stashed in his basket and then stops grabs a chocolate pastry out and keeps going.
WH will be wishing he didn’t eat breakfast as we pass his favourite chicken and tatties stall. But pass we do. We even find a coffee shop that sells flat whites and have a nearly nice coffee which feels like the first in a long time. We sit on the banks of the Rhone and I think it’s been a blast. Thanks Lyon.
