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Lyon is the gastronomic capital of France, and we'd made reservations at a couple restaurants before we left.
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Rooftops of Lyon. |
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This panorama was taken next to the big cathedral in Fourvière, the big hill just west of Vieux Lyon. The green line at the bottom is the trees along the Saone river, the one further up is the trees along the Rhone. |
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In the Basilique Notre Dame de Fourvière. |
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Abraham, Isaac, and the Ram, in the days before Child Protective Services (or PETA). |
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We wondered if there had been some industrial accident, but I was assured that this was just normal for some big refinery or factory or something. |
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In "old Lyon", there are hundreds of passageways, called "traboules", from one street to another. Some are publicized, most not. |
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A courtyard along such a traboule, illuminating several apartments. |
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This woman took our picture, but we also took hers because of her interesting outfit. She was out with her girlfriends celebrating one of her last days of freedom before marrying Seb on August 21. |
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The prix fixe menus at Nicolas LeBec. We had one of each. Except for one langoustine, everything was wonderful. |
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One of the highlights of Lyon was the visit to Paul Bocuse, a Michelin three-star restaurant. We read that jackets and ties were required, and we had bought them at a thrift store in Dublin, so this was our big opportunity to wear them. Indeed, almost everyone was wearing them, except some French tourists wearing short-sleeved shirts. |
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The modest Mr. Bocuse (in the center). |
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Ray's appetizer. |
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We had our camera out for taking pictures of the food and the menus, to remember what it was we had. Mr. Bocuse pretty much insisted on having his picture taken with us. |
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After visiting these world-class restaurants representing French cuisine at its finest, we decided to squeeze in a lunch at a "bouchon" representing Lyon's own cuisine, which was located near the Opera. Each floor in the Opera parking garage was named after two operas, in alphabetical order: this is the second level down. There was too much mustard on everything. |
