Lyon is the first French city I spent any amount of time in. 

I’ve been fortunate to travel to Lyon three times. A city that invites you to stroll, I felt comfortable from my first stroll through the Place Bellecour. The square is massive and people love walking there, sitting to visit, or experience an event.

Lyon is a place that encourages you to meander in the most random manner. You’ll eat well—if you see chocolate ravioli on the menu, try it. Exploration is the name of the game in this cobblestone city.

On many of our European trips, I was alone most days because Alex was working. With map in hand, walking by myself was easy and there was little chance of getting lost.

Grand Old Hotels are the Best

Our first night in Lyon we stayed at the Globe et Cecil. It is a grand old hotel reminiscent of New Orleans, evoking images of women carrying parasols and wearing kid gloves. The Globe et Cecil located between the two rivers—the Rhone and the Saone. This is a perfect location for exploring either direction. The room was eclectically decorated and I loved the shuttered full length window with it’s tiny “balcony” space. It was to be one of our most vintage hotels of all our trips, so remains extra special to me.

Lyon has a huge shopping district, with stores tucked into centuries old buildings. In the states, we tear down old buildings and start over. In Europe, they built them with appeal and charm. Their buildings last, so centuries-old structures continually get repurposed.

Malleval on the Emile Zola--mustard purchase
Malleval on the Emile Zola–mustard purchase

Alex was able to get his much-loved Beignet—larger and more flavorful that what we’d tried in New Orleans. He’s wild for pastries, so this was delightful for him.

Lyon Invites You to Welcome the Unexpected

One evening we roamed the streets with a colleague of Alex. We stumbled across a college student who tasked me with shoving a pie plate full of shaving cream into his face. The colleague explained that they do this when starting an advanced degree program as a way to earn money. You pay them and then get to Three Stooges the “pie.” I had the most difficult time doing this! Who knew it would be so hard as an adult to do something that comes naturally to kids? Food fights, right?

Me, slamming a pie
Me, slamming a pie

We took a ferry—don’t skip riding one—across the Soane River. We discovered an intricately designed, mind-boggling orange building, and had lunch serenaded by a French Elvis. He was good even if his Elvis was a bit more country than the original.

Cosmic orange building
Cosmic orange building
French Elvis being a hound dog
French Elvis being a hound dog

Lyon’s Roman Ruins and Extravagant Basilica

We took the funicular up to the basilica Notre-Dame of Fourvière. Another colleague explained that every city has a Notre Dame even though the famous one is in Paris. The church has two churches—a top one and a lower one. We couldn’t go in the top for some reason, but the lower one—my gosh it was ornate and beautiful.

Roaming away from the basilica, we discovered Roman ruins! Before some trips, we read like mad about the area and make lists of things to do. For others, we plunge in and see what we can find. Discovering Lyon’s grandly preserved Roman site was a marvelous surprise!

Roman Ruins, Lyon, France
Roman Ruins, Lyon, France

Then There are Lyon’s Incredible Dining Delights

Look at this food—who thinks to design mashed potatoes? Oh, those French!

We Love the Trains of France

I. Love. Trains.

I. Love. Trains. Have I made that clear in my blogs yet? I could give up my car forever if we lived somewhere with proper trains and trolleys. The station in Lyon is only a walk away from every hotel we stayed at and easy to navigate. The scarcity of elevators and escalators leads to smaller suitcases when traveling.

Walking to the train station, you see the back of this grand hotel
Walking to the train station, you see the back of this grand hotel

More France

Our stay on the outskirts of Paris, near the Arc de Defense, was only one night. That trip was unmemorable except for taking the subway to the Eiffel Tower when we got separated from each other. Or thought we did. Seems we wound up on opposite ends of the same long subway car. 

But Take Me Back to Lyon

Lyon, however, is the place I want to go again. I’d like to spend a week walking and exploring and seeing what I saw before and seeing new sights. The city is lovely and inviting. The people are friendly and gracious, their default personality seems to be kindness. The food is delectable with every bite.

By all means, visit Paris—I’m up for traveling there and indulging in museums.

But don’t skip Lyon. You’ll go once and find, like I did, that Lyon is infinitely repeatable.

When do you want to go?

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