I went to Lyon on holiday while I was living horrible few months (at least food wise and weather wise) in Germany (after a stay in Paris, to make matters worse, only the loveliest city in the world). It saved me. Baguette with jamon saved me after a cold wintery baguette-starved German stay. But only till I discovered all the lovely innards they stuff into saucissons (Lyonnaise food is not for the weak hearted), and the delicious raviole, and oh the soups and oh the mousse…Lyon is food heaven and its amazing how it or France, or even Europe itself maintains its old ways, its dignity in its Bouchons, proudly the same since forever.
The sun and the food and the sales in Lyon did me in. How I loved it, and this post makes me wistful. The memories make me say 'oh' a whole lot for sure!