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Lyon and Dumplings

Woke up in Lyon  and immediately went to look out the window,
I was somehow fascinated to be living in this old part of town where there are hardly any vehicles, just foot traffic. 
Road trip companions smiling from our airbnb apartment window. We got ready, took a few pictures...
Then crossed the river SaĂ´ne, and walked to the other side of Lyon. Lyon, the city is nestled at the junction of the RhĂ´ne and SaĂ´ne rivers. 
And that is the Notre Dame church on the hill.... the steps to which are right outside our apartment door.
Searching for something to eat we end up at this nice bakery...
where there is so much to choose from.
Desserts
My sister gets a chicken burger...
Jude, some rather nice chicken sandwich...
And I pick up two quiches, one was a ham and cheese quiche and the other a spinach and salmon one. The ham and cheese was quite good, the salmon wasn't that great so ate half and fed the rest to the pigeons on our walk back to the apartment.
Some pretty statue and fountains...
Some king on his horse...
Some other elaborate fountain, so while we were walking here we came across a wedding gown shop and me and Nam stopped to stare at the beautiful gowns on display and this was the conversation that ensued...
Me: I want to dye.
Nam: No one's stopping you. There are many convenient locations here.
Me: I'm serious about dyeing, search for a place where it can be done.
Nam: There are two rivers here, you can jump into any of them.
Me: What if I float....
Nam: Then it would be a tragedy.
This is more or less the conversation that occurs every time the topic of wedding gown comes up, I've been searching for a place to dye my wedding gown and since she's the stylish one in the family, I keep telling her to find one for me... but she always answers like this until we crack ourselves up laughing. 
A nice view of the bridge...
Walking back to the old town, you see the notre dame church on the hill and the Eiffel tower in the distance.. nah, that's not the Eiffel tower, I'm kidding. 
Okay, one last view from the window... 
One last look at the apartment in Lyon before we vacate it... we never got to meet the owners of this place. They gave us detailed instructions to find the key and where to keep it after we check out, everything was effortlessly done through emails, it was pretty cool. 
Love will find you. Had to take a picture of this pretty leaf on the floor, the universe always speaks to us in subtle yet poignant ways. 
The other main church in Lyon is, John the Baptist church, which is right in the heart of Vieux Lyon. So after we check out, we walk to the parking lot, keep our luggage in the car and walk back to...
This church
Jude, drawing...
Nam picked up this hazelnut macaroon and it was freaking awesome.
Some other Lyonnaise sweet... this wasn't that great.
We then went to a few shops that sell paintings, I didn't find anything I liked. But this ballerina picture hanging behind me is an Edgar Degas painting I bought back in 2013 when we had visited Lyon for the first time and came across some Turkish angels.
It was a nice sunny day to explore the old town and take shadow selfies.
The stone that glinted...
Stopped at a crepe place for lunch... 
Saw something about walnuts in the menu and ordered that crepe. When it arrived, I was searching for walnuts and didn't find any, but there was this funny looking white-ish fleshy stuff inside, so after googling it, we discovered that I had ordered the walnuts of Saint-Jacques which is a type of seafood, generally known as scallops. 
It was a nice lazy afternoon, so took out this pretty notebook to draw... 
This little angel hovering over my sister as she ate her crepe. We then drove to Geneva which is about an hour and twenty minutes from Lyon. 
We reach Geneva around 6:45 pm and after dumping clothes in the machine to wash, we go out to Le ThĂ©  for dinner. This small little Chinese place serves mainly dumplings and a variety of teas. 
This is their home made iced tea 
The lighting is very dim inside this restaurant, but the decor is amazing.. little clay pots placed everywhere and a tiny seating area, which is quite cramped, but makes the whole atmosphere inside cozy. This was some rice wine we had, sake.
Some of the dumplings...
More dumplings...
And more...
Needless to say, they were all really really good.
We then walked to Cafe Remor for dessert...
This is also a nice cozy cafe...
A foggy mirror near our seats called for a selfie.
This was some apple tart with ice cream...
Espresso with tiny desserts...
And this was the best of the lot, a cognac infused Crème brĂ»lĂ©e... every bite was marvellous. 

Comments

GIRISH NAIR said…
Love the way you have documented it.
Karen Xavier said…
Hehe... yeah, with pictures. I figured when I'm sixty and going through my blog, it has to be succinct and bring back the memories.

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