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(This is a continuation of my travel journal from
Provence. Please start there for the complete
story, and full entertainment value. If you've already read that, stay here.
You're in the right place.)
After spending a week on the French Riviera (in
Nice and Cannes), I drove north to Lyon,
on my way to the Loire Valley. As usual, I typically have a destination
when I travel, but no itinerary for the journey there. Lyon was no
exception. Without an inkling of what I was doing, I headed to
the highest, most visible structure I could see: the Fouvier. Sure,
I tried to follow the map, but it was impossible to understand. It was
much easier to navigate by just driving "up".
There were no hotels rooms available due to the enormously popular
World Cup soccer event that was occupying the country. I ended up talking
to a woman that worked in a gift shop next to the Fourvier church, and
she offered to let me stay at her house during my stay. She also had
the next two days off, so she was my host and my tour guide, showing
me all the great parts of Lyon and its surrounding areas. I was especially
fortunate in this regard, as she took me to places I never would have found
on my own. (Perhaps I would if I could just read the maps.) One such
place is the Beaujolais region, described much further down on this page.
Murals
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