Our bus driver got lost coming into town. He drove around in circles in a roundabout while the tour guide phoned for directions. He is still an amazing driver and has gotten the bus through places I wouldn’t think it could.
He was stymied when he drove us back from dinner. The narrow gate into our hotel was made a little narrower because someone had parked their car poorly. It got poorer for the parker when a bunch of guys off loaded from the bus and bounced the car out of the way.
We think it may have been a gendarme’s private car.
Lyon looks pretty. We aren’t staying for long. It is the gastronomical capital of France so we went out to free dinner. I.e. We choose whatever restaurant we want. No herding us here. We got an authentic French meal. Right down to the expectation of a lot of time. Our main course arrived twenty minutes before we had to run to catch the bus. We didn’t really get a chance to enjoy it.
I wanted the French onion soup but my mother makes a fantastic one, so I should try something new: Salad Lyonnaise; Cesar salad with no dressing and a poached egg on top.
Frog legs. I can now say I have tried them. Tastes like chicken. But also cooked in too much oil. I felt too greasy to have more than two.
I don’t remember the salmon or the mousse. I was inhaling them so we could get to the bus.