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August 17, 2013 -- Annecy, France

Swans on the lake

So we're back to our regularly scheduled travel blog... Sorry for the detours, but sometimes they happen.

Here's the link, just in case you're all about spoilers, and you want to look at EVERYTHING. Be advised: it's a LOT. I mean ginormous, humongous, over-the-top, etc. So if you want MORE, MORE, MORE, that's where you'll find it.  http://sdrv.ms/1ajCti6



Today was a trip that was kind of extemporaneous. We knew we weren't going to make it to Eiger, given the dicey weather and all. So we looked to Rick Steves for inspiration. His suggestion was Annecy - pronounced, AHN-szee. We'd passed the off ramps for the town several times; one is for the tourist area and one's for the "downtown business" area. Rick Steves suggested the tourist exit and gave us a general idea of the town.

But it was not what I expected on several levels. We kind of guessed at where to park, got Mildred in a very tight spot, and then started walking. We followed the curve of Lake Annecy till we came to somewhere that looked appropriate.  Here's what the journal had to say:

View of downtown Annecy

10:15 a.m. - Waiting to depart on a 2-hour lake tour. Practically empty boat, which is fine with me! The park in Annecy is beautiful and we did a little side trip down through some streets. After our trip 'round the lake, we'll see what's next. 

As it's our last day (the 18th will be the Big Travel Day), we're trying not to "do" a lot. I could spend most of the day here (as I recall, I was perched on a park bench) and head back in the afternoon. We'll see what the weather holds, too. 

We're at a dock, and the tour boats leave regularly. The town is more than picturesque. The park is lovely and we got some lovely shots of the birds, etc. 

We're on the boat now, and traveling at about 13 knots. The water is so clear! More green than blue; the guide says it's a natural lake, formed from the last Ice Age. I'll be transcribing lots of factoids, so this will be a long-ish entry...but I hope it intrigues you. 

The lake is 27 sq. km. long, 3.5 km wide and 82 m deep. Water skiing is the thing, apparently. There's a slight haze by the hills across the lake; very smooth ride. On the eastern side of the lake is a mountain that's 1300 m up. It's a bird's eye view of the lake and Mt. Blanc, which is a pretty big deal. 

We briefly pull up at various stops; this tour boat is also rather like the city bus system. If nobody is at the stop waiting to get on, and nobody needs to get off, we just keep breezing by. 

Chateau

Being on the water is so peaceful. Gorgeous breeze keeps you cool & you don't feel the sun. When it's been about an hour, I'll duck into the shady area...You almost don't know which way to turn your head as the taped guided tour starts up.

Have to get a city map...

Coming toward Mt. St. Bernard. There are 3 peaks and a 12th century chateau in the foothills. Tons of paragliders! This chateau has been in the same family since the 12th century. We're infants... There are some beautiful gardens as we pull up to the pier. Tons of lavender and just BUCKETS of petunias in window boxes. 

In so many places, we see familiar flowers, but they're huge. The climate is perfect to truly grow dahlias to dinner-plate-size. I've seen them in catalogs, but now - there's a 9" dahlia sitting right in front of me! The lavender is easily 5 feet high. My lavender at home barely tops 1.5 feet and has sparse blossoms. This stuff is covered in the blossoms. As we're docked, you can look off the side of the boat and see the bottom of the lake. It's crystal clear. 

The Palace Hotel

As we round the lake, we see an old hotel, which our taped guide says is The Palace. It's right on the lake - no yard; you just have a small patio and then the water. It was very popular in the 1920s-30s and has been totally renovated. The guide says it's "exquisite" in terms of the quality of the hotel and restaurant. 

Roc du Chere

We're coming up on a building that looks like it grew up out of the lake - a nature area, if I'm making out the French right: Roc du Chere - a nature preserve since 1977. Over 560 species of flora and fauna live there because of the micro-climate of the island. Among the animals are black kites and peregrine falcons. There are 2 caves - one of which goes 30m into the rock. The rock goes into the lake and down about 48m. It's sheer rock walls from the side we're on. I'm not sure how exactly you GET on this island, but from what it sounds like, it's not for the casual tourist. It looks like one might have to be air-lifted in and out. The caves are interesting, and there are boats and jet ski folks around it. 

Our next view is of the Abbey of Talloires - from the 18th century. Apparently, the artist Cezane stayed here. Looking at the dock, many of the boats appear to be hand-crafted - they're small and beautiful. Hubby is taking video and pics - these pictures are all him for the lake tour. 

There's a nice beach here and several restaurants. The Royal Family (of England) has also visited here. As I write this, a tandem glider goes right over the boat and lands in a little park area. Not sure I'd be good with gliding over the water, even if it is clear and not too deep. It's that whole not-being-able-to-swim thing...

Church in the canal in downtown

We stopped at Angon and took on more passengers. Hint to self: if you don't know where you're at, you might want to look at the dock - the name of the stop is pretty clear!! I noticed a lot of people wearing Birkenstocks, and a wide variety of outfits on women of every generation. Yep, some "mutton dressed as lamb" but I'm assuming they've either got great self-confidence or a Magic Mirror stashed somewhere. People watching...

We now leave the Big Lake and go to the Small Lake. There's a gorgeous jump-off for gliders and you can see the entire lake from that vantage point. I moved in out of the sun for now; I was right - it was about an hour and I started to feel really warm. I must be nuts, because as I watch, I'm thinking, "Oh yeah - I'd parasail from here!!" Oy. 

People bring their bikes on the boat, as well as luggage, strollers, etc. Rick Steves says Annecy is a great place to bike, and I can see that. Biking around the lake would be cool. Annecy is located right next to Albertville, the site of the 1992 Winter Olympics. 

Our next stop is Bout du lac. Tons of people to get on here. We're back on the near side of the small lake and we have about 1 more hour to tour. The air smells of water and mountains. That sounds silly till you've inhaled here. Odd combo, but it's at the same time crisp and most, clean and spicy - all in one breath. Hubby's still out in the sun snapping away and using the GoPro. 

Looking back on the big lake

There's an ancient-looking cottage on the lake with a satellite dish sticking out the side - an anachronism, right? The houses here are a mix of "really old," along with "slightly old," and "built new to LOOK old." 

On the little lake, the water is more blue green. Some houses are so close, you wonder how much water they get if the lake gets really wild. Or doesn't it get wild? It's breezy on this side of the lake. The houses are either timber or in creamy shades of stucco - the shutters are pops of color, in primary shades. One white ultra-modern Mies-like box is right above a more traditional chalet! 

As a side note, my Lewis pen apparently did freeze on the mountain. It's working just fine now! I look up from my journal to see a church tucked up the hill behind houses. 

Coming up on Duingt (not sure of that spelling) - the place Rick Steves suggests that you rent a bike from and drive back to the main parking area. Heck, we're not sure we parked in the main parking area!

Parent and 3 little girls at the dock. All the little girls are remarkably uninhibited, considering they're just in bathing-suit bottoms. They're all quite tan, and I sense a little hesitation from the oldest girl, kind of like she knows that pretty soon, she'll be a "big girl" and lose some of that freedom. 

15th century castle

The water at this pier is absolutely crystal clear. No hint of color, and you can see the sandy bottom. People enjoying swimming and playing in the water. As we move on, I see an old castle and buildings - the camera is running but our taped guide is quiet. Hang on, she's started up again... We're going back on the big lake. The castle was actually the subject of a painting by Cezane. The castle is from the 18th century; the peninsula on which it sits is privately owned. The tower (and you can almost hear the taped guide sniff disdainfully) is only from the 19th century. 

The guide tells us that there's a pennant on the water marking the site of a small island, but I don't see it. 

I do, however, see ANOTHER castle. This one is from the 15th century; and this section of the lake is the most "ancient." It used to be a fishing village; a very small town, the smallest of the towns ringing the lake. 

Wowza... The boat lurched and the engine gunned. And now I see why. Some idiot in a speed boat cut our big tour boat off. This boat is 50' long... I'm not sure how you don't see that at nearly noon. The horn was blown, the captain was quick to swerve and the idiot speedboat driver survived. 

Along the western side of the lake you see acres of reed beds. They're ecologically important, not only for the lake itself, but also for the fish and fowl who lay their eggs and hide their young in those beds. 

They have paddle boats you can rent, and the boats have slides - of course, you'd want to slide into a hugely deep lake... It would probably make more sense if either of us could swim. 

Next stop is St. Jorioz (pronounced San JOR-EE-OH) - a beach area. It would've been nice to have brought our bathing suits, now that I think of it. But we had no idea, Rick Steves included, that we should have done that. Clouds are starting to build at the north end of the lake, but so far, they're merely "pretty" and not "threatening." 

We're coming toward the oldest beach, where the river joins the lake. The town is one that goes pretty far inland. I could totally come here for a week. The water changes color dramatically as we near the beach. Oh, our taped guide says the guy who invented bleach lived here. Also, she mentions that this is a big downhill and cross-country ski area. Olympians train here. 

We're coming into Sevrier (Sev-REE-Ay). Very green water. The color of peridot. The first mate, a small stocky woman, heaves the gangplank at every pier and shoves the ropes around as if they're no more than clothesline. 

Once again, Notre Dame is not just in Paris or Indiana. From Lyon to Annecy, there's a Notre Dame somewhere in town. 

Moving along at 13 knots, my hair is getting a "styling" and we can see the swans and ducks along the shore. We're in the Savoy area of France. They drink the lake water; and our taped guide says this is the cleanest lake in France, if not Europe. Given the clarity of the water, I'd have to agree. The drinking water is drawn from below the 27m depth. And they have an active fish-breeding program; the building is ugly, but the science is apparently good and doing good work in the area. 

As the tour ends, our guide points out the Cathedral of Visitation - the steeple, at 72m  - is the highest point in town. The contemplative order which founded this cathedral still exists and the area is not open to the public. But the presence of the cathedral gives you a sense of timelessness and security. To know the Good Sisters are praying must be comforting to the residents. 

We disembark and start walking. We decide to have lunch at La Bastille - truly a hole-in-the wall along a street where, if you're not careful, you'll be at one restaurant and your table-mate is at another - that's how close the businesses are! You're all crammed in together. This place has regional food and frantic waiters... who use their cell phones to take orders, since they apparently have a state-of-the-art point-of-sale software program! We're stuck at a table which is in the main traffic lane for the servers; we can see the dessert station, the gal whacking at loaves of bread; the outside; the counter where they place the orders...It's a beehive of coordinated chaos. There are SINFUL dessert plates, the inevitable peach iced tea, and local cheese plates. Hubby has the local perch and I have a Savoy dish that's basically potatoes au gratin with ham. The cheese they use is the local stuff. I did take a pic with his phone of the menu so I could recall what the dish was called, but I do remember laughing and saying, "You realize we're paying tourist prices for what is most likely a peasant dish they ate when there was nothing else!" It was delicious. 

As we walked around the town, we saw an ice cream shop called Glaces Perriere and a sign on the street called  Pont de Perriere - I mentioned that it might be a regional difference in spelling of our last name. On this bridge, we not only saw shining-clean canals, but we also saw an awesome street musician. Looked like he needed a bath, but everyone actually stopped and listened as he pulled out his guitar and played the most amazing classical guitar music. Too late, I noted that he had CDs for sale for 10 euro... Like an idiot - I should have gone back to get a couple. 

Street musician

3:05 p.m. - we started back. We were warm and ready to just head back to chill out a bit. Only 2 wrong turns and 1 u-turn - we took a quieter drive back to the hotel. Hubby took Mildred to get gassed up prior to turning her back in. We were alarmed to note in the parking lot that she acquired a ding in her headlight on the passenger side and a small scrape! Yikes! WE didn't hit anyone, but they're crammed so closely in these parking spots, it wouldn't surprise us if she got clipped. People don't seem to have the possessiveness of their cars that Americans do. A car is just a way to get somewhere. 

We get to the BBC channel in the hotel and watch the mess in Egypt. Hopefully, we'll let them sort out their own mess. We're not the world's conscience (given our own situation), nor the police. 

I'm in the Bar Express of the Holiday Inn Geneva, because the room isn't ready yet (we're on the 5th floor, and they hadn't gotten there yet). We have to print our boarding passes for tomorrow. 

On consideration, I could split a vacation between both Annecy and Chamonix. Oh, and (a) we should have worn shorts!; (b) it hasn't rained, though the clouds are building; and (c) I think I have a little windburn from the boat. Hubby's face is a bit more red, too. 

View of a row of restaurants

On the way back to Mildred, I stopped and put my hand into Lake Annecy, and it was lovely! It would have been great for a short dip. Also, during our walk through town, a very rare occurrence happened.  A bully-breed dog took on an Akita. They were both walking down the street, on leashes, coming toward each other, and the bully tore into the Akita. Who didn't back down. It was swift; the Akita retaliated, and no blood was drawn. The bully's owner didn't have good control of his dog. The Akita owner did. Both dogs were separated, and several of us went to the Akita to ask if he was hurt. Give credit where it was due: the bully's owner was VERY upset and asked if he needed to give the Akita his information so that he could pay for vet bills if necessary. Thankfully, nobody was hurt, and the bully got a mouthful of fur... That is the only altercation we ever witnessed between dogs in the entire trip. In Annecy, there are more northern breeds; obviously the weather is more conducive, because the other dogs we saw were "pocket" dogs... Oh, and there was a gorgeous Irish Wolfhound strolling along one of the bridges in Annecy. Lovely gent. I suppose that since they actually get winter here, the northern breeds make sense. I just wonder, in these tight quarters, where one would be stashing either an Irish Wolfhound or a 120-lb red and white Akita!

4:50 p.m.: Packing up. Hubby's working on how to pack some of the art work we have that we'll be bringing home. Several lovely prints from Provence and Mt. Blanc, and we don't want them smooshed. I've got just about everything packed, and my clothing for the morning laid out. Now, just chilling and watching TV. 

(You should go on the link for the pics of the cathedral and even more of our trip...)

Reichenbach Falls - With Pics!

The Museum!!

August 14, 2013 - Reichenbach Falls  (while we leave Lugano today, all pics here are of Meringen)

Well, you know we talked about the Bucket List you want, and perhaps the Bucket List you've been handed? 

The trip today was something that WAS on my original Bucket List. 

I am a Sherlock Holmes fanatic. In the true meaning of the word "fanatic." I've read The Canon several times. Well, more than several times. I've watched everything that Basil Rathbone was in. I've watched the Holmes vignettes with one of the Howard brothers - even earlier than Rathbone. I've read alternatives to the The Canon. I've read histories of Conan Doyle. I've seen the movies (except for the crap Guy Ritchie is putting out. Sorry - love Robert Downey, Jr. for the role, but can't abide Guy as a director!).

My dream, as a kid, was to "someday" get to Reichenbach Falls. Any Sherlockian worth her salt will want to see The Place He Died. (Well, the place Conan Doyle said he died...we all know he was resurrected in deference to public opinion.)

To say that we would get this close and NOT go to Reichenbach? You'd have to shoot me. 

So this morning, Hubby is checking the map, even though we trust our faithful Mildred to get us there. 

Definitely not cut out for these European breakfasts, but glad there was tea! Will fill the water bottles before we go so we have them handy. Both of us are sniffling - probably all the beautiful flowers and trees that are blooming. 

Most of what follows is a commentary on our trip out to Meringen as we head toward our destination. Some of the comments are about the hotel in Lugano, as well, so try to stick with me here. 

Look for "Baker Street" here

Sky is a brilliant blue with a few puffy clouds. I have a slight headache: likely a combo of little sleep, altitude, and a pillow the size of a cotton swab. Maxalt is handy just in case. If I get sick on the way to Sherlock Holmes' "Final Chapter" I am NOT going to be happy!

Outside our Lugano hotel room, to the left is an old building, tile roof, shutters, tall windows, the walls the color of butter. There are palm trees in front of it. In the center is a red-brick modern building which seems to be offices; when we checked in last night, there was a man in one of the windows at a desk, and this morning, the shades are still down. Next to that building, and set back a bit, is a narrow older white building with a dark tile roof, a black Lab in the large front yard. There are a mix of palm trees and pine trees. Behind these buildings, the next street over, the buildings resemble apartments, and there are more houses as you look up the mountain.

6:10 p.m. - OK, what a LONG day! Got to Meringen, thanks to Mildred. Found nice public parking and then found the tram to Reichenbach!!! Of course MORE walking to get to the very top, but this was DEFINITELY a Bucket List item I had only dreamed about. 

Staying here if we come back!

I got sprayed by the falls that "killed" Sherlock Holmes! There was a star on the far side of the falls - it's on a pole, and it marks The Ledge where Holmes and Moriarty had their last battle. I didn't go there, but Hubby did. He says it was a good thing, because there was a lot of loose gravel and the trail was "sketchy." He had a bit of a time navigating it himself, and he's sure-footed as a goat. 

It was beautiful. Very tall, but not the "raging river" that Conan Doyle wrote about. Then again, it's August. Probably a bit more dry than in the spring with the run-off. There is a lovely view of the town, and it even impressed Hubby, who said he'd definitely come back and that the mountains were "amazing." High praise indeed from someone who grew up in the Rockies. 

Museum is in the basement of this church

We didn't go into the museum because of time constraints. However, Hubby did try on a deerstalker cap, and I bought a tape measure with the imprint of "Sherlock Holmes Museum." Kitsch of course, but I don't care. I'll use it and I'll remember where I got it! 

There's a picture of me (in amongst the thousands we took) sitting next to the Sherlock Holmes bronze statue outside the museum. (sigh)

As we walked up to the top of the trail, we stopped and visited with some very woolly cows, who looked at us as if we were alien beings. Which, given that they were on top of a mountain, we probably were! 

On the way out of Meringen, we found another beautiful waterfall. The power and beauty of waterfalls - it's just something that captivates me every time. Anyway, we saw this one, it was on the other side of a roundabout, so we took a short detour, drove across an airport runway (legally - it was closed to airplanes that day) and got some shots. 

We saw lakes with that green-blue glacier water. Several hours down the road we pulled off to get more pics, and Hubby went down to the rocks to dip his hands into the water. He said it was about 80* so it was very much "swimming temperature" if we were inclined! 

Tramway up to falls 

After a VERY long drive and a small misunderstanding with Mildred, we got to our "home" for the next 4 days: the Holiday Inn Express at the Geneva Airport. 

The paragliding lady called, and due to clouds, Hubby may have to change where he flies from. Rain is in the forecast, so we're not sure what will happen. We have not gotten to Eiger, but that can be a day trip in itself, and it's also weather-dependent. If the mountain is socked in, you can't see it anyway, so it would be a wasted trip there and back. 

We finally turned on the TV and found a BBC channel with news of the Egyptian mess. 

As we checked in, the gal at the front desk hands Hubby a FedEx --- MY MEDS ARRIVED! Happy Day!! The bottle was broken, but all capsules intact. 

Reichenbach Falls

Geneva, at least what we see of it, is congested and confusing. We'll stay close to the hotel for the rest of today; it's been a long and stressful drive. As we got closer to Geneva, traffic got more frantic. Mildred's vocal cues were a little ahead of her graphic clues, and we missed a couple of turns. She stuck with us in spite of Hubby calling her a few names I won't repeat here... 

Can't figure out what's close by yet - if anything is close by and worth the walk. The view out the hotel window is only inspired by the mountain in the distance and Hubby is having a time with the WiFi. 

Oh, we stopped after Meringen to stretch and I thought I'd take a little potty break. Only to have to walk all the way back to the car to get 2 Francs - that was a first: a pay toilet. And yes, if you have to go bad enough, it certainly is worth it! 

Back on the road, more strong language for motorcyclists with death wishes. Make lanes where there aren't any and see how that works out for you. 

Close up of one section

Oh, before we leave Reichenbach: As Hubby went to The Ledge, I came down to a meeting spot. I did miss him waving at me from The Ledge, because it was just a matter of how long it took me to get down to the one spot. I sat with an Italian couple. The gent complimented me on my Eddie Bauer floppy hat and wanted to know where I got it. We talked about Conan Doyle & Sherlock - the wife spoke better English and I don't know enough Italian to fake it. As I left, I should at least have said good-bye or something - that much I do remember!

And --- 90% of the people on the trail were very polite. Heck, there were even women with brand-new babies hiking that trail. The other 10% must have all been the same family. No idea of the actual origin of the family, but they were not speaking English - not that that matters, but just giving you a context. The one kid - probably 12 or so? - was a total jerk! He cut me off a few times and blocked the way of a couple of other hikers, and it was just really annoying. And one of the guys (older than the kid, but not older than me) blocked a walk-bridge completely from a German couple - who let them know they didn't appreciate their rudeness. He was trying to photograph, which is fine, but take your stupid camera OFF the tripod - don't block the entire walkway with the tripod!! I couldn't wait to get away from them!

The Ledge

Anyway, the Italian lady and I had a lovely chat, and she showed me pictures. Turns out she lives in Rome and was a singer in the Gregorian Chant choir during Pope Francis' installation and she had some lovely photos of him right up next to the choir. Music and Holmes - universal languages! 

Dinner tonight was at the neighboring hotel - very expensive, but you don't get dinner at a Holiday Inn Express... They gave an appetizer of a salmon paste with bread. Hubby actually liked it! Again, a culinary adventure for him. I had a lobster roll and fries. He had a Swiss beef burger. Stuffed and tired - no dessert this night. 

Tomorrow is The Leap of Faith... Today, we had 54 tunnels on our way. One was 15 km long or so. I felt like a mole.

The Reichenbach trail was actually in 6 separate segments. A steep trolley ride up. A short hop to the view. Three more progressive climbs to the top then the option to go down and out onto The Ledge and back. 

Sherlock Holmes...

These are the last few days of our trip. Hubby's catching up on the computer. I picked up a USA Today but I'm kind of liking being in a news hole. My brain needs to absorb this moment and be uncluttered. I want to think about what we've seen and what we've experienced. To me, that is what this trip is about. It's very free-feeling. I don't even have my cell phone! 

I leave this post with a picture of my literary crush. It was a beautiful town. I would come back here for more exploration, for a base if we chose to explore the greater area, and to just enjoy the countryside. 

Someone asked me if this was a "special trip" -- second honeymoon? Special anniversary? Any particular reason to go half-way around the globe to see a country that I never really had a particular urge to visit? 

This trip, in a way, was a fluke. We started with one object, ended up with a totally different itinerary, and got to spend a long span of time with each other. Yeah - it was special. And I'd do it all over again.

Next Leg: Aix en Provence

August 11, 2013 - Aix en Provence 

On our way to the next leg. The hotel seems deserted, but compared to some I've stayed in, I have enjoyed the quiet.

Yesterday, we took over 300 pics. Many won't be used; I'm still trying to master "manual focus" with bifocals, and some were blurry or the flash didn't cooperate. But there are still lots of nice ones. 

Our rental, Mildred, has an "eco-feature" that when we're at a stoplight, she shuts off or goes to sleep. There's a bit of a "whump" when she starts back up. More than a tad disconcerting! 

1:15 p.m. - arrived at Novotel in Aix en Provence. Not a horrible drive, but it was interesting watching everyone on a Sunday afternoon driving back NORTH to come back from vacations. Hubby doubted Mildred's directions more than he doubts MY bad sense of direction! But Mildred prevailed. We have to figure out how to boost her volume; she's rather soft-spoken. 

Fountain in the square

The room is small, again, with 2 twin beds. It's off the interstate, and you can tell you're in the south of France: hot and humid! There's a hot-pot - and as a tea drinker, I can tell you that's a great idea. That way, my tea won't taste like YOUR coffee! 

The elevator in the hotel reminds me of the Dead Nun Elevator in the convent. There is NO way that "5 persons" can fit in this thing unless nobody breathes and we're all about 90 lbs. With Hubby and our 2 pieces of luggage, we were jammed in there. This one was even smaller than the one in Lyon, and at least the one in Lyon had a window-wall so you didn't feel like you were in a metal crate. 

I think we're spoiled for "real" A/C - it's set on -10*C with the fan on high, but it's really stuffy in the room. We have a west exposure, so we're keeping the shades closed. It's got to be about 86* or more outside (F, not C) and we're on the top floor with a gravel roof outside our window. Luckily, Mildred has very nice A/C but we're not sure if we're ready to negotiate public transport in Provence. We'll ask at the desk... Would be a shame to stay in the hotel, but it's too far to walk. 

So the lady at the front desk says "Take the #8 bus to the City Centre." Off we go to the bus stop, navigate the schedule, and #8 pulls up. The bus driver snarls at us and says, "It's the #19 bus." Okaaaaaaaaaay... It's Sunday and the bus schedules are minimal. So we drove. Mildred again proved her worth and got us to the City Centre with very little kerfuffle. LOTS of roundabouts again. We're getting so good at this!

Marketplace

Walked through a craft fair and made a few purchases: some lavender, some pictures, and an apron. And a glass rose, for my sister. 

The requisite fountain was there. Also trees lining the streets; chatter; cafes; people and their dogs. 

A Holocaust memorial. Which was very solemn, and surrounded by jets coming up from the plaza. It was a moving display in more ways than one. 

We noticed again the vast amount of public art; both relatively new as this memorial was, and the older things with the dead heroes. I'm not making fun of dead heroes. I'm just putting it in perspective.

Holocaust memorial

A ruined building (we didn't take the side with the graffiti on it). 

And a urinal in the parking deck. Seriously. Hubby made me take that picture; he said it would be "perverted" if he did. I guess this means that women don't need facilities? 

The street fair was really nice; we also picked up postcards for Hubby's friend's grandkid. And we strolled. Strolling is the operative word here; you stroll. You're not on a mission. You're wandering with a purpose and that purpose is to wander. 

The arts and crafts at the fair were pretty varied: clothing, candles, local honey, local baked goods, photographs of stunning quality, prints of "local" scenes. Most of it reasonable, and remarkably, not much duplicated. Several hand-crafted jewelry booths and a couple of hat places, too. I would probably have picked up a few more things, but customs and duty being what they were, we were prudent. The pictures really - the ones we took - were our main "tourist" items.

Yes, it's a urinal. In public.

Back to the hotel, along with a couple bottles of water and a slice of "natural" bread that will be breakfast. The room is still stuffy. But we went ahead and took another walk; now I feel REALLY warm! The French LOVE their dogs. At the cafes; in churches; all over the shops. And they're really well-behaved, but somewhat aloof. The dogs, I mean. 

Dinner at 7 p.m.: I had an omelet with polenta and strawberry sorbet for dessert. Hubby had a local whiting with fries and chocolate + vanilla ice cream. He loved the ice cream, since the chocolate also had chocolate chunks in it and the vanilla had the specks of vanilla beans. 

The total for this dinner in the hotel was $30 or so -- far, FAR less than we paid for the BREAKFASTS we had!! There was a dog at the restaurant; they sat pool-side and we sat inside. Managed to have a small migraine, which wasn't pleasant.

Old building next to expressway

Got to give this one woman credit: If she was 200 lbs., I was guessing light. And darned if she wasn't just in a bikini as if she hadn't a care in the world. Good for her! Too many sun-bakers for my taste, but I do give her credit. 

It was an early night; we were set to get onto our next destination. I am not sure if I would like another day or so in Provence. We were definitely in the city. Saw tons and tons of sunflower fields on the drive in, but would have liked to go farther afield to perhaps see something that didn't resemble the organized chaos of the cities. Couldn't imagine, some of the street shots we got - how they even get the smaller cars down there! 

Continuing the Trip - PICTURES TODAY!!

OK, so I figured out the picture thing... I'll be heisting some pics from Hubby's FaceBook page. We're still working on the ones on the camera memory cards, so please bear with me. Click on the pics for larger sizes. 

August 9, 2013 - Lyon, France (via Geneva)

At 3:01 a.m. we saw sunrise at 30,000 feet on the plane. We did take pics and video. It was Hubby's first sunrise over what I initially wrote as "The Pacific." Can you tell that no sleep = no geography??? Obviously, it's his first sunrise over the ATLANTIC Ocean. 

I didn't sleep on the plane; I dozed. I was rather frantic about the Rx mix-up. We got the rental car, a BMW Urban - black, and we named her Mildred. We managed to drive through a number of very long tunnels. Got turned around in Lyon because the side street where our hotel was didn't look like a side street! That's ok. We managed to learn quickly in regard to traffic roundabouts. We're now experts. Our hotel is Hotel de la Cite Concorde Lyon - it's a modern-ish square orange building with plate-glass over the actual structure. So you have the building, and then OVER that, as if to slip-cover it, you have plate glass. Interesting. The plaza contains large statues, and is usually a very busy conference center. Restaurants ring the center, and there's a bus drop-off right behind us. And a gorgeous park, but more on that later. (See, this is why pictures will be forthcoming - we have LOTS of them.)

We took a long walk along the Rhone River and took video and pics. It was about 76* and muggy. Tried to rest up that first night, but we ended up awake in the middle of the night, calling my sister for help with the Rx mess. First called our insurance company, which basically said, "tough bananas." Lovely. The prospect of landing in a French ER with no heart Rx was not making me any more calm... As any of you who know me realize: I was totally stressed what with the death of my youngest brother just days from our departure. I never screw up my medications. Ever. 

Anyway, Sis said she'd go to the house, grab the bottle and FedEx it so that it would meet us during the last 4 days of our trip, when we were back in Geneva. She's one in a million. Whew!

Our hotel room is very compact. The view is of the river, and the window ACTUALLY OPENS! There's a balcony-ish device between the window and that plate-glass shield and you can see where smokers have hung their heads out there to puff away. There are no screens. And of course, an open hotel room window would never fly in the US. Took a shower after the walk along the Rhone, only to find that the shower head was malfunctioning. As in spraying water all over the place. We notified the front desk and we were moved a few rooms over. 

It's daunting to be somewhere where you don't speak the language. No subtitles on the street signs! Luckily, most of the folks here speak British English, so we manage just fine. Again, though: don't go to France in August. They've all left! 

Went down the plaza to Terrazzura Brasserie italienne to eat at (to them) the "ungodly" hour of 5 p.m. The server said she could serve us pizza but "dinner doesn't start till 7 p.m." -- well, I knew that, but remember, we were still on US time. 

We shared a fantastic smoked-salmon pizza with roasted cherry tomatoes. The salmon was lightly smoked and the crust was more Neapolitan - thin and crispy. We spend 2 days here and then move on. I admired Hubby for being adventurous with food; he's not usually that willing to try new things. But he said that this was the place to do it. 

August 10, 2013 - Lyon (Day Two)

As you can see, the time is kind of screwed up. But I'm going by what I wrote in the journal. The call to Sis was probably more correctly TODAY, but we'll go with it. We had a buffet breakfast at the hotel, and noticed it was kind of quiet. A few flies joined us, as the patio doors were open. Lukewarm eggs, cold potatoes. It was an interesting mix of "American" and "Continental." And, by the way, it cost the earth! I felt bad because I'm not a huge breakfast eater. I wanted my yogurt and tea, and that wasn't worth the nearly $25/day the breakfast cost us... 

I thought it was going to be an "easy" day. Catching the bus for the City Centre, viewing 2 cathedrals and a bit of shopping; looking for perhaps some gifts for my mom and sister. And taking pics. We wanted to look in the silk area; I was secretly hoping for a yarn store... 

You can get a bus pass for 1 hour or 2 hours or all-day. You can get on and off the bus as many times as you want for those specific intervals. The bus is fairly packed, including strollers and dogs. Dogs everywhere, nicely behaved and kind of ignoring everyone. Very well organized, though. At the terminal, there were clocks telling you when the bus would arrive and where it was going. Our desk clerk gave us a very easy-to-follow map and circled the things he thought we should visit, based on what we told him we wanted to see. 

Noon: Le Jardin de la Rosaire - on the way to a cathedral up in the air. REALLY up in the air. This is a picture of it, but it doesn't give the full perspective. Hubby points and says to me, "Let's go up there." At least 400 steps. Steps... not a hike, but stairways. And yeah, I do have pictures of that... The cathedral was one of a bunch of "Notre Dame" churches. 


To the uninitiated, there are more than two Notre Dames -- not just the ones you hear about in Paris and Indiana. Every French town we were in seemed to have at least one Notre Dame. This one was at the top of this mountain (actual mountain) overlooking Lyon. Under it was the Cathedral of St. Joseph. Metaphorically, Joseph supporting Mary? Or stressing Mary's importance in the Church over Joseph? There was a life-sized statue of Pope John Paul II in the courtyard of this church. 

Anyway, we took those 400 steps, then a steep-ish path up to this beautiful structure and took a lot of pictures. While in the Jardin, it was more paths in a switch-back fashion, through holly shrubs, lots of rhododendrons and bougainvilla in full bloom. 

I lit a candle for the family in the front of the church. There was a beautiful overlook of Lyon and at noon, church bells went off all over. It was amazing to hear the bells - and I'm sure to a native, you knew which bells belonged to which church.  There was another, smaller church, that our desk guide pointed us to as "the more important one." It was the one which was the original seat of Catholics in France. I have pictures of that one, and I promise at least a few posts that are just pics and captions! The "lesser" church was much less grand than this Notre Dame, but I was captivated by its place in history and the energy you got from just being in there and looking at the pews - more like individual chairs. Imagining the people who had sat in the church for generation upon generation - it gave me a warm feeling that anchored the sense of history which was brimming in its walls. As I lit a candle in there, it was entirely easy to imagine the women who had lit candles for their families for centuries. 

In both churches, the artwork was spectacular. Lots of smaller altars highlighting various saints or benefactors... I'm sure that more than one "saint" was actually a closer portrait of the benefactor who paid for the art! One of the shots I got in one of the churches was a plaque commemorating the marriage (one of them) of Henry VII... I guess it must've been before he dumped the Pope!

On the way down, I'm sweaty and exhausted...and up comes this little old lady - had to be in her 80s' - tripping gaily up the steps on her way to do her afternoon rosary. I just looked at Hubby as if to say, "If you give me crap about the sprightly old gal, I'm tossing you off the ledge!" So this is what it looks like from the top.  It was a gorgeous view. I know that sounds trite, but you could see the curve in the sky as you looked out. We took several panoramic views and just enjoyed the breeze before we started back down. 

On the way to the Jardin, of course, I didn't see a speed bump, and I almost fell flat on my face. Hubby caught me. So my record is two-for-two... fell on the Acropolis in Greece years ago, and almost plastered myself in Lyon. 

There's a bridge you have to cross. In the Chicago papers recently, John Kass was writing about "love locks" and I wish I would have remembered it! Here's the thing: couples in love take a lock, attach it to the bridge, then toss the key into the river. They do this in France, and some folks started to do it in Chicago, and of course in Chicago, it's "littering." Hmpfh.  Anyway, the bridge had the love locks. Here's a shot, even one with a little knitted cozy on it. I would have loved to have put a lock on the bridge for us. 

Hopeless romantic, right? Anyway, it was cute. We took our time coming back, saw tons of public art projects and just enjoyed people-watching. There were the obvious statues to long-dead heroes, and there were splashes of color on the buildings, but there were also some pretty impressive metalwork objects. Like the bouquet below, which was only on temporary display for a while, but had later been re-installed as a permanent display. The statue bordered a fountain, and the kids were running in and out of the water. The "fountain" was more like jets in the plaza. I admit, if I knew I could get my shoes back on, I would have strolled through the water myself! In one of the fountains, I also tossed a few pennies for good luck. You never know. 

 After arriving back at the hotel, we put our feet up and talked about dinner. We thought we were comfortable enough to brave the public transportation and eat at the more "civilized" hour of 7 p.m.-ish... How continental of us!! But before we went, we took a little stroll in the Parc de la Tete d'Or which is what the little park behind our hotel was called. I stuck myself on a bench and Hubby got a picture of me "knitting in Lyon." The Before & After scarf was my travel project and I actually got a lot done on it. We also caught some lovely shots of a couple of bridal couples in the park, particularly one of a newly married couple who'd engaged a boat to row across the lake. The groom was actually trying to row backward... Lots of brides that day. Our total miles walked was 11.7....a lot of walking for me!

Dinner was down in the city at Cafe Francais (there are no dipthongs or markings on the French - Blogger is weird about alternate characters...). I can "guess" in Italian and figure out some French, but we do rely on the folks there to have pity on us pathetic monolingual Americans. Note to self: Learn at least Italian before you go to Europe again!! 

Our poor server that night was a little befuddled, but she managed. My dinner was a 1/2 chicken with morel mushrooms, cauliflower and cubed potatoes. The mushrooms were divine! Hubby had a "classic" burger with "cole slaw" which was really a green salad. He had espresso and I had some tea. Bus ride back was easy. 

We could have spent another day or two here. We wanted to visit the silk area and some other neighborhoods, but because the walk up to the cathedral took so long, we ran out of time. We didn't bring the camera. 

Note to self: When in Europe ALWAYS BRING THE CAMERA. One side street was packed with restaurants - cheek-to-jowl restaurants of various cuisines. It would have been a lovely picture, but alas - it's in my head. Which is where some memories should be kept! 

Tomorrow, more...