Street Art in Lyon, France
Earlier this year I was in France visiting friends. I spent some time in the Alps skiing, but couldn’t resist a few days in the world’s city of gastronomy, Lyon.
Markets are always a drawcard for me when I travel. Les Halles didn’t disappoint. The cheeses were so beautiful and varied that it was hard to chose which ones to indulge in. Only the price was limiting!
Les Halles de Paul Bocuse, Lyon.
I don’t think I’ll ever lose my wanderlust. It ebbs and flows like the tides on my doorstep here in Western Australia. Sometimes the pull to stay ‘home’ is strong: when the beach beckons, and the outdoor lifestyle is easy, with good food, wines and friendships.
Then there are times when the lure of new shores overwhelms, the draw of old haunts tempt, and the need to leave this remote city to return to the familiar people and places of my formative years is stronger than the urge to stay.
Red terracotta roofs
atop the dense housing
in Lyon, France
A weak sun peeps out
through dense foggy skies
in Vallorcine, France.