Do you see the rainbow in this photo? Me either. But trust me, it’s there. The rainbow was in the sky hovering above us as we drove to Lyon. I took it as a good omen, and it was. My anniversary weekend in Lyon was as close to perfect as perfect can be.
If Paris and Dublin had a baby, that baby would be Lyon. It’s hard to explain why, but that’s what it felt like. And when I was having beers with 365 Things I Love About France, Charley, she agreed with me so it must be true (Yes I met up with Charley while celebrating my anniversary. I take English speaking opportunities when I can get them).
We checked into the Sofitel and The Husband busted out the map and got his tourist on…
Actually, he was planning the route from our hotel to Starbucks. And he succeeded (Only a five minute walk away thank you very much, I may or may not have planned this. I’ll let you decide). A few minutes later, I had my vanilla latte, Lyon City Mug, and a new traveler tumbler, perfect for when I pop into Le Petit Bar and ask The Parisian for my cafés au lait to go (I love how it freaks out the villagers when I do this).
After strolling around
we found the perfect spot for lunch. You know how when you stumble onto something and it’s so perfect that you couldn’t have planned it if you had tried? Well that was the spot we found. It’s called l’Hostel
and if I lived in Lyon, it’s exactly where I would pop in for a drink after work. Doesn’t The Husband look handsome there? And dig the baroque decor…
And because our trip
to Lyon was all about the food (it is the gastronomic capital of France you know
), after lunch we headed to Les Halles
to ooh and aah at all the delicious goodness. There was fromage
as far as the eye could see. But we decided to have a little nosh on these instead…
Next was more walking around. Which of course made you know who cranky. Observe cranky pants face…
Because of the cranky pants face, I had to use the old carrot and stick method. Except the carrot was a pint in an Irish pub, where they would be showing the last Six Nations Rugby Match (England vs. Ireland… oh yeah… on like donkey kong). And that’s when we met Charley. And Charley ordered a Guinness and The Husband fell in love with her a little bit (The Husband digs chicks who drink Guinness).
So we watched Ireland
spank England and it was pretty much the best anniversary present I could ever get (even better than my taste of America in a cup at Starbucks… the spanking was that good
), and we bid adieu to Charley and headed to dinner at Brasserie George
s (more food!) which is the craziest busiest restaurant I’ve ever seen…
Look at all the people! And that’s only half of the restaurant. It was awfully nice of everybody to come out to celebrate my anniversary, wasn’t it?
After all that food, Guinness, and fun, my little cranky pants was all tuckered out…
And that was that.