DES VACANCES EN FRANCE: PARTIE SIX / HOLIDAYS IN FRANCE: PART SIX
One Hotel Room at a Time
Finding our way to Lyon
is easy with Justin’s new best lady friend, the sat navigator. However, what
it doesn't count on, nor let us know is our hotel is in the middle of
the city; no, not just in the middle of the city, in the middle of the city
mall. After circling the block over and over we decide our best course of
action is for Justin to jump out with the luggage and go check in, while I
continue to circle the city. I circle and circle the block; the locals must
pick the crazy tourist, until Justin comes back to the car.
Finally after picking up
Justin and lining up for a car park for almost an hour, we walk back to the
hotel. Justin and I are starving so the plan was to drop off the rest of our
stuff and go in search of food. But once inside our hotel room Jarvis changes
the plans. Our little man takes his first steps, without holding onto anything.
So we just sit and watch Jarvis walk. I feel so sad and so proud.
Once in the mall we opt for
snacks now and an early dinner later. I am becoming addicted to crepes and hot
chocolates. We also do our first shopping, a new pair of boots for Jarvis. In
the week since we have left Brisbane
his old boots have gotten too small and we figure to celebrate him walking
Jarvis needs a stylish pair of French boots.
Lyon is shaped by its two rivers, the Rhône, to the East,
and the Saône, to the West, which both run North-South. Our destination after
leaving the mall is Vieux Lyon (Old Lyon) the Renaissance area, which
is along the right bank of the Saône. On the way we pass another great French
children’s park. Laughter and chatter permeates the air as these parks are
filled with children and their parents, Jarvis loves them, he spends as much
time socialising as he does playing.
Wandering through Viex Lyon
is hard with the stroller; it is packed full of people, and cobblestones makes
the stroller virtually impossible to push. Out comes the baby sling. Not only
am I lugging a heavy child, Jarvis is now swinging and kicking his new boots
into my thighs as I walk. Why did we buy him such chunky boots?
After wandering for a bit and
stopping to take photos, (a giant Lion in Lyon) we find a great place for
dinner; child friendly and the waiter chats away to us in English and is super
friendly, even posing for photos with Jarvis. Added bonus is the meal is
Stuffed and feeling content
we slowly walk back to the hotel only to end up smack bang in the middle of Lyon’s
2012 Zombie walk. Taking photos, with a baby in a sling, in the middle of over
1000 marching zombies is crazy, but we make it back to our hotel with only a
small smattering of fake blood.
In bed that night both Justin
and I remark on the same thing, since being in France we have felt no one has questioned our relationship.
No one has given us the weird looks and the second glances that are all so
familiar where ever we go in Australia. Even more so in Lyon, no one cares we are a mixed
race couple, no one cares that in our relationship there is a significant age
difference, and no one cares that it is me, the female that is older. Thank you
France for not questioning our relationship.