Post-holiday blues

It's been a fairly gentle descent from holiday highs to the mundanities of everyday life. La bienheureuse had a further couple of days off at home before coming back down to earth and work with a bump (annual budget to finalise by the end of the week) while I twiddled and fiddled, spending much longer than necessary sorting through thousands of holiday photos. Lyon was in the grip of autumnal weather last week, which suddenly turned into an all-too-brief Indian summer over the weekend. Bright sunshine and temperatures in the mid-twenties meant the shorts were given a reprieve.

Not that we did a lot to take advantage of the lovely weather, apart from a stroll around town and a drink on the banks of the Saône on Saturday afternoon. The sky was blue enough to tempt me up to Fourvière, where it was one of those rare days when Mont Blanc was visible 160km distant. Also visible was the demonstration in Place Bellecour, the climax of the 3rd day of action against the pension reforms in France. Not sure why it was fixed for a Saturday - perhaps less disruption by the strikes was balanced by higher turnout on the marches.

Sunday was rather less noteworthy. It was even warmer but the only sortie of the day was to the Wallace for another bad case of déjà-vu, watching the blue brutes mug the red and white heroes to steal an undeserved victory. Sigh. And today it's pouring with rain.