Les Nuits de Fourvière are upon us. The annual summer long program of open air concerts in the Roman amphitheatre up the hill with a view down over Lyon is always worth at least one visit. Not that we get round to going every year, but with la belle-mère currently visiting, we took the funicular up last night to watch Eonnagata, a dance spectacle featuring superstar ballerina Sylvie Guillem. Being a committed headbanger in my youth, I'd probably admit to being a little dubious about how much I'd enjoy it, but it turned out to be a very well done and entertaining story of the life of an 18th century French nobleman who was sent to Russia dressed as a woman to spy on the Tsar, subsequently fell out with the French ambassador to London and was only allowed to return to France on condition that he was disguised as a woman.
The first few days of la belle-mère's visit were sedate. With la bienheureuse working, and me also working in my particular fashion (including a day spent trying to get our upgraded super-fast 100Mb fibre optic broadband working), she was left largely to amuse herself during the day. Gentle strolls along nearby shopping streets were the main order of the week. Come the weekend it was all change, as we headed up into the hills...
