Lyon

Le Tour de France in Lyon

As the cyclists appeared over the horizon the crowd surged forward, the police called out to move back, and a sea of camera phones were held up to capture the moment.

Market Cherries

Cherries are back in our local market. They are piled high in mounds of red fruit.

Two months since my first significant encounter with the French medical system and I am on the mend. I met with the surgeon this week. He confirmed all is well and progressing nicely. A welcome relief and nice to come away without needing any further appointments.

Rain Drops

While our guests were pointing their camera lens at the horizon, I had some fun photographing the tiny. The photo above is clichéd but it still looks great.

Carpet of Petals

For a few days, this tree carpeted the street with its falling pink petals.

Singing

There have been more than a few disturbed nights since moving to Lyon. Noise from the street or neighbours disrupting my much needed quiet.

So Many Flowers

Each visit to our nearby Parc de la Tête d’Or brings a new wave of spring flowers to delight in.

Another Squirrel

Squirrels are out and about across the Parc de la Tête d’Or.

Escaping My Enclosure

I have looked forward to my first walk since surgery with delight. We often walk in the local park to escape our apartment and the trials of the day. So I dreaded being stuck inside while I recovered.

An Unwilling Encore

The week has been a swirl of emotion and activity. Once again I have found myself venturing into the French medical establishment. This time for something a touch more serious than a simple fall.