Lyon, Travel

Lyon: Bastille Day

Since the last post was so long already, I’m going to tell you about our rendez-vous with a few Lyon natives.

Well we got lost trying to go home. And they said that they knew the way we were going and would lead us there. Little did we know that the French do not know how to read Google Maps because a trip that should have taken 20 minutes ended up taking two hours. On the plus side, we had an amazing time talking to them and walking around Lyon.

Chelsea and I pretty much made a silent pact (again) to hang out with the two good-looking guys in the group. Their names are Remi and Bite (bitte – it’s French slang for “dick/cock/etc”). I swear, his friends called him that. So we did too.

They were wonderful. They said to us, in great English, “We don’t speak English.” When people in America say, “I don’t speak Spanish,” they really mean that they don’t know a word.

We got Remi and Bite’s Facebooks and now we’re eternal friends.

Happy Bastille Day!

Thanks to last night, I didn’t wake up until 1 p.m. However, I did get McDonald’s – so I guess that makes up for it, right?

We brought a picnic (wine, cheese, baguette, meat) and sat down by the Saone for the fireworks. They were the most beautiful fireworks I have ever seen in my entire life.

The setting was so surreal. I was sitting alone the Saone River staring at Vieux Lyon and up the hill to the Fourviere. The fireworks went off right above the Fourviere. Literally the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. And there were heart-shaped ones!!


Au revoir (for now)


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