It's unseasonably cool in Lyon today. Not exactly warm over the weekend either, though I might just about still describe it as shorts and t-shirt weather. Since the hot spell ended ten days before the end of July, temperatures have been up and down like a yo-yo. Up at 36C on Thursday, back down to 24 by Saturday, a mere 20 today, but forecast to be back in the upper twenties by Thursday.
A pleasant weekend started on Friday evening with a cinema trip to watch a film about the manipulation of dreams. No, not a political documentary but a clever thriller. We followed it with dinner at the Place des Sens, which despite the name is not a massage parlour but an organic restaurant. A very nice meal it was too, though slightly on the bland side. We kept up the green theme of the weekend yesterday with an amble along the river and through the park to the garden centre in vain search of citronella candles.
Saturday required a ritual visit to the pub to watch a gratifying victory for the guardians of good football against the kick and lump disciples of Big Fat Sam. In the evening, the debut of the new lyonnais messiah failed to prevent les gones stumbling to another defeat in Bretagne. Gourcuff senior 2, Gourcuff junior 0. Four games, four points, fourth from bottom. Things can only get better.
