It’s amazing how quickly a new place can feel like home. It’s our second full week here in Lyon and I couldn’t be more in love.
This historic city nestled among the hills stands between two rivers, Le Rhône and Le Saône. On the hills, colorful houses and bâtiments paint the landscape with warm, welcoming hues. The city center bustles with visitors and locals strolling along rues in avenues with smiles on their faces and baguettes in their hands.
Here, around the town’s famous Place Bellecour, cultures are blended and friends are made. The square is a sea of friendly faces and “bonjour”‘s and “ça va?”‘s .
The old town, or Vieux Lyon, is a maze of winding cobblestone streets filled with bouchons and boulageries; the whole town smells of fresh bread and pralines.
Behind the streets of old town, streets wind and turn to the plus haute part of the city, the grand hill where the beautiful Basilique Fourvrière towers over a sea of orange rooftops.
Lyon has captured my heart in a few short weeks and I can’t wait to discover what the next few have in store. À bientôt, mes amis!