We just weren’t in the mood to go hunting for a lovely and expensive meal. We had beer and then picked up a Domino’s Hawaiian pizza.
We went to the city of Lyon hoping to find really good food. We did have a nice lunch at yet another Irish pub… But it was a rather American meal. I had a cheeseburger and Bill had a “jacket potato”. I’m tempted to rip off the soap in our hotel room. It smells great. But that would be theft, so I won’t do it…
This, even though I got the stink eye from a French lady and yelled at by a crazy street person today.
Riding the train back to our northern Lyon suburb was odd. We ended up with a bunch of very young French guys who seemed clueless. I felt like a den mother in a French frat house. There were about six of them; the train was full, so they were eager to claim our seats when Bill and I got off after two stops.