So, I'm going to go ahead and admit that my English vocabulary bank is slowly shrinking....and shrink was the word Matt and I could not remember tonight. Not sure if my French vocabulary bank is expanding in exchange, but let's just go ahead and pretend to make me feel good about myself.
For dinner tonight, we attempted to make what we were craving from the States...some good ole Mexican. Unfortunately, the French think that Mexican is BBQ. Interestingly enough, the Fajita package we bought was Old El Paso....I can only imagine when I have sushi cravings.
I can't really sum up the last two days quickly so here goes the long story you all are so used to hearing(..you know the ones without any punchline). Today, Matt and I battled the greve. After researching quaint towns in the nearby Rhone-Alps area, we decided to visit Perouges. A small medieval town built from stones, it sounded like the perfect place to live up to my dream as Xena the Warrior Princess. Yet, I have no pictures to show off my muscles and badass fighting skills...because as you can probably guess, we never made it out there. We searched for a bus number, we asked fellow passengers, as well as the bus drivers, yet no one seemed to know A) where the buses were going B) what bus they were looking for C) if the buses were even going to come or not. After waiting around in the frigid cold for 45 minutes, we left and moved onto bigger things. I still feel like I have been stood up, despite the cheap ticket. Actually, I have (and by a very beautiful town no less).
So, off we went to Vieux Lyon to see the giant cathedrals, cobblestone, and most breathtaking view of the city. Last time I went to this side of town I had a snotty nose, was still suffering from jet lag, and didn't get to go enjoy the artwork because of that thing called Mass. This time I walked around the cathedral three times. As I left, I felt that I still didn't get to take in every inch of amazing artwork that lined the inside. The pictures below do not do any justice to what you see in person. Your emotions overwhelm you while you stare at the phenomenal work that still stands after hundreds and hundreds of years.
(on the way up the huge hill)
(yes that is the floor of the cathedral- mosaic tile)
(Place Bellecour from the top of the hill- aka wear all the rioting was the past week)
(and the rain clouds arrive...cathedral on the left, "eiffel" tower in the center, parliament on the right)
As for yesterday, let's just say: Wow. When you have a rainy day in Lyon (which happens more often than the sunny ones), what else would be better than to attend the Chocolate Festival: Chokogou. Sure, I'll pay seven euros to stand in a room with some of the best chocolatiers in the country. Not only did they have chocolate to sell, but chocolate make-up, chocolate hand soap, and chocolate massage oil. I stuck to the the plain edible chocolate and boy did I spend my moolah. Getting it home to share with the family should be the hardest goal I have to fulfill in this country (well besides shaving my armpits).
(deliciousness on a plate)
(first prize for chocolate sculpture)
(example of a display counter)
After getting our sugar rush in order, Matt and I headed over to the Musee de Beaux Arts. Since everything closes early on Sundays and Mondays, we only had an hour to kill.
Let's hope the predicted greve for tomorrow is a no go so we have more pictures to post! Time to snuggle in my bed as the wind howls against my window pane (at only 50 km/h~ 30 mph). I'm definitely glad I assumed it would be warmer in the mid-east region than the north of France.
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