Returning to the city where I completed my Erasmus a few years previous always had the potential to be interesting. Would the GAA team that I “played “for offer me some sort of a magical transfer sum to stay in Lyon forever? Would I run into the same males that tormented me daily when I spent a year (accidentally) living in the drug capital of Lyon? Would low calorie croissants have been invented?
“Why are you going to France? It’s so dangerous- it’s asking for trouble going there. I know I’ll never go. You’re foolish.”
Je sais, je sais. You didn’t move to France to take up a sport you retired from at the age of twelve. You didn’t even plan to have any free time between becoming a master macaron chef and getting wooed by French romantics. Indeed, I found myself reflecting on these very thoughts as I sat in a Irish bar watching a Gaa match in the hope that I would pick up some skills for my own impending GAA match in Paris the week after.
This deserved its own blog post- it was that good.
Exercise may be necessary when in Lyon- those crepes and cheese come at a calorific price! I only wish somebody had told me this when I actually lived in the city… I still have the added “fluff” as a bittersweet souvenir of my glorious time spent there.
Choosing whether to visit Lyon or Paris is a difficult one. As somebody who has lived in both cities I feel a sense of loyalty to both. Here’s what I would consider when thinking about visiting either city:
I know it’s the gastronomic capital of France and stuff…but sometimes you just want a roast dinner followed by an indecent amount of Cadburys.
I don’t know about you but I’m already dreaming of summer. Summer in France that is. I managed to visit Monaco last year with my better half on a trip to Nice. We stayed there for a night and felt that it was more than sufficient – we pretty much got to see everything in the area… and we started running out of money.