After failing last week to be named European city of culture 2013, Lyon joined the rest of Europe for the journées du patrimoine over the weekend. Our personal appreciation of the city's cultural heritage was somewhat restricted. We ventured out late on Saturday afternoon, intending to look inside the Bourse de Lyon, but got there just as it was closing. Only thing to do then was to continue to the pub where we were able to appreciate an example of sporting culture, as les jeunes Gunners taught Bolton a lesson in the footballing fine arts. On the way home we indulged in more appreciation of another famous example of Lyonnaise art, cuisine.
Beer in pub, wine in restaurant, digestif on return à la maison resulted in a somewhat fragile head the following morning, but nonetheless managed a bit more of the current projet de bricolage, a cosmetic tidying up of our much-discussed french ceiling. And in the afternoon we succeeded in visiting one nearby building open for the journées du patrimoine, the Hotel du Gouverneur, the seat and residence of the military governor of Lyon.
Meanwhile, la bienheureuse is in incessant travelling mode. Brussels again at the end of last week, Germany today, Milan tomorrow. And then Berlin most of next week. Travel for my own work involves the arduous trip from computer to kitchen to make cups of tea and coffee. Such is life.
