After Cleo's rant about our cutsie-wutsie widdle kitty (okay, she's right, gag me with a hairball; we really have to stop drooling, but Mica is just too cute), here goes part two of Lyon (Did you really think you would get off so easily?).
I could fill this post up with endless photos of the city, but I'll stick to a few favorites and if you really want to see more, they're on Photobucket. While we admired the impressive architecture and curious traboules, the girls were far more impressed by M.'s rabbits, visiting her school, and stopping to have an ice cream.
These are a few of the things Jesús and I found most interesting:
The Opera House
A traboule. Lyon is filled with these small passageways that connect one street to another, so you don't have to go around the block, you just go through it. There's even a verb that means to pass through the traboules: trabouler. But if you don't want to get lost, take someone who knows the city along; this is kind of like the maze in Alice in Wonderland (Of course getting lost could be fun, but don't try that with children, unless you want to hear endless whining of "I'm tired, I can't walk anymore").Hey, are we in Paris? No, it's not the Eiffel Tower, it's the Tour métallique de Fourvière.
Versus what the girls liked best:
Vio with Chupi
Carmen, M., Vio and Ro in the park
Slumber party in M.'s room
Cat in a window
We drive 900km and our kids are more impressed by a cat in a window than the magnificent Saint-Jean's Cathedral...Oh well, at least we tried to get some culture into them (which they will remember as being dragged all over Lyon to look at boring buildings). One thing we all agreed on was that the ice-cream we had at Nardone's was the best we ever tried.
Some of the flavors we had were: Violet, poppy, ginger, and orange-blossom. I learned one of the few French words I know here: Coquelicot, which means poppy, although I liked the violet-flavored ice cream best. (So, now I know the words "coquelicot" and "trabouler", I just know those will come in handy someday).
Most of all, we just enjoyed being with our friends, S. and A., who took the time to show us around the city, even though they had their own trip to prepare for. S. treated us to some wonderful French cooking, and we quickly learned to leave room for the delicious cheese that comes for dessert at the end of any French meal. (France must be one of the few countries in the world that actually encourages cutting the cheese at the end of a meal). My personal favorite was Saint-Nectaire. We also tried Chow-chow de porc, which is a French version of a Chinese curry dish. Tres delicieux! Besides being delicious, we also had a good laugh with this dish, because chow-chow in French sounds almost like chocho in Spanish, which is a rather rude word for female genitals. The kids thought it was hilarious to say we were having chocho de cerdo (well, cerda would be more like it)....Okay, you had to be there, I swear it was funny at the time (and now a lot of perverts will stumble across my blog, looking for something quite different from a pork curry dish -guys, you are in the wrong place).
All in all, we had a great time; each of us got something different out of this trip, but we all enjoyed it immensely. S., A., and M., thanks for a wonderful stay and I hope we'll see each other again soon.