There is nothing funny about funiculars

Trip Start Jun 06, 2010
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Trip End Jul 30, 2010


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Flag of France  , Rhône-Alpes,
Thursday, July 1, 2010

Lyon is quite nice.  Today I woke up in my very centrally located hotel on Rue de Victor Hugo and had a croissant and espresso on the pedestrian mall.  Then I walked around for a bit, to the spacious but starkly asphalted Place Bellecour (they're working on adding some more trees and grass, I hear).  I crossed the river and had an excellent quiche at a café that made everything right with the world again.  


The food is so good here that a little kid walking by looked at my table and said "yum!"


I took the funicular up to the top of the hill behind Vieux Lyon to see the Roman amphitheater.  As I climbed the hill I heard an orchestra playing -- they were having an afternoon t-shirt rehearsal for the concert that evening.  A few lucky folks and I enjoyed an enchanting private performance.


Afterward I went to the Gallo-Roman museum.  First of all, the building is amazingly big inside (you descend down a spiraling walkway into history) and virtually invisible from the outside, nestled in the hillside.  The exhibits were very good.  This was my first encounter with Roman ruins in Europe, and I definitely got that eerie sense of a great, dead society haunting the land.  This museum alone made the trip to Lyon worthwhile.


I walked down the hill, passing by people on the point of heat exhaustion climbing up.  There is nothing funny about funiculars.  Wandered through the cobblestone alleys of Rue de Boeuf and stopped in the Miniature Museum where they have the film sets from the movie Perfume (I think it was more popular in Europe).  I snuck some photos of the 1/12 scale miniatures (kind of like the basement of the Art Institute in Chicago).


Went back to the hotel for a bit.  Decided I was too scruffy to go to dinner and too lazy to shave, so I just cleaned up my vacation beard a bit.


Had an incredible dinner at Les Lyonnais (entrée was a poached egg with shallots and mushrooms in a savory red sauce).  Chatted with some Americans at the next table while watching a couple down the street have a breakup fight (clothes were thrown from windows).  Mosquitos ate me alive, one got me 14 times on the left shoulder.


Only Lyon.
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