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Lyon 2022

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August 1st
Woke up early, walked to St. John (Jean) metro station. We took a funicular (cable railway system) to reach the church on the top of the hill; 3 euros each to go up and come down. And every ten minutes there are trains. 
Saw this little angel on the way to the station, which I had drawn back in 2017. 
Attended the 7:30am mass here at the Basilica of Notre-Dame de Fourvière (church 22)...
The church doors...
Symbol of Lyon... watching over the city.
Inside the stunning basilica...
My dad and the grandeur of the place...
Four winged angel...
We just walked around taking in the sights from above...
We took the funicular to come down, then visited St. Jean church right in the heart of Vieux Lyon...
Inside John the Baptist church, church 23...
We then went to the room, got ready and took the car to the other side of Lyon to have breakfast in ..
Diploid cafe...
Mom had some scrambled eggs and toast...
My brother had only scrambled eggs...
My sister had eggs benedict (I think)...
My dad had shakshouka...
I had this nice granola bowl, then walked to...
The book shop, Les Bal de Ardents... pretty place, but nothing to buy. 
A quote by Henry David Thoreau pinned inside the bookshop...
My sister took this picture of me in the bookshop...
Then just walked around...
Pretty fountain...
Pretty area...
The river in Lyon...
Spotted another bookshop on the way... 
Book shop in Vieux Lyon... Vinod and I again walked rue St. Jean searching for the posters I bought the previous time, but couldn't find any.
We then got ready to drive back to Geneva... one last picture in the pretty hotel we stayed in. 
A picture of my beautiful journal in front of the hotel...
A picture of me and Nam in a shop before we left Lyon..
Didn't buy any souvenirs in Lyon... I don't know what to say. It's so different from the last time I visited, more homeless people around, the smell of urine was overpowering. It was actually sad, massive churches lie closed and homeless people lie in front with their rolled up mattresses and cardboards, the place stinks of urine. It was all so unnerving, what a marked change from the Lyon I used to remember. 
This was dinner at home... I don't remember what it is or who made it. Looks like it was made with phyllo dough, but I don't remember what's inside.

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