Without leaves the spikes are exposed and they look mean. In a month or two the leaves will return as summer approaches and the spikes will all but disappear from sight.
After a couple of days with brilliant blue sky, today has been overcast and wet. A hailstorm rolled in this afternoon.
I stood watching the hail falling for a few moments before realising I could probably create a short film from the event. I rushed to my camera, captured some footage, then rushed again for my microphone. Better sound makes all the difference.
The hailstorm was uneventful but it was fun filming and putting together this film. All done within an hour – including the YouTube administration.
Megan has resumed her evening classes and I have resumed my walks around the park. I was lucky this evening. Camera never far away, I captured this image.
The first flowers are appearing in the park. Winter is nearly behind us and warmth is returning to the days.
We walked in parc feyssine yesterday. Compared to the refined and cultivated feel of parc de la tête d’or, feyssine feels less managed. The two parks almost touch and both are well looked after, but they seem designed for different audiences.
If you are visiting Lyon and have limited time, visit parc de la tête d’or.
If you live here and want to escape the city without travelling too far, visit parc feyssine. While you are in the area, you can walk across one of the new bridges.
We are heading towards the in-between season for fresh fruits and vegetables. Those few months between when supplies of winter items dwindle, but before the summer delights begin.
These months can be difficult to shop for in our local market. The contents of the stalls become more erratic between our weekly visits.
As Megan was busy with one stall this morning, I stepped aside and took photos of the colourful dried fruit nearby. The colours and tempting sugary pieces contrasted with the largely green produce available next door.
We have a habit of visiting places in their off season. The season counter to the best time to see the city, sight, or spectacle. Our habit is not deliberate. Just a matter of when our time is available to take a break and explore somewhere new for a weekend.
We took an early morning train to Chambéry. A pretty town with a beautiful lake and stunning surroundings of alpine mountains.
Lac du Bourget
Navigating Lyon‘s large Part Dieu train station is difficult enough for a sighted person but for a blind person it must be a nightmare. Thankfully the station has something installed
that I have yet to notice elsewhere.
Around the station are tracks denoted with raised markers on each edge. The markers are plastic strips that form static permanent ridges, effectively paths, around the station complex.
A simple, presumably effective, addition that makes the station a little more accessible.
A Christmas market appears in Lyon near the beginning of December. It is held in Place Carnot infront of Perrache train station.
The square is full of Christmas themed stalls. Most of the stalls are dedicated to food and drink, with a good mix of trade crafts and other bits as well. A small internationally themed cluster of stalls makes an appearance and is always fun; these stalls sell local treats from each represented country.
We have made a habit of going with the intention of treating ourselves to a food item from a stall. This year, partly in honour of our Belgium trip, we choose freshly cooked waffles. The waffles were on sticks, shaped like a Christmas tree, and had Nutella smeared on them.
The riverbank of the Saône is being renovated. New paths, walks, and facilities are being constructed. The result will be grand, impressive, and well trafficked.
This post is about a different, less grand, bank of the Rhône river. A somewhat less trodden section that thanks to a new footbridge is now easily accessible from our apartment.
Three new bridges have been built in Lyon recently. We set out this weekend to cross one and then walk down towards the city centre.
The new bridge has a clever design that combines two paths into one structure: one flat and one curved.
The walk from the west bank down to Lyon’s opera house was a mixture of delightful, narrowing, and surprising.
The crisp dry leaves on the path were delightful. I enjoyed kicking up the leaves with each stride. A simple pleasure.
The path narrowed along one section. Enough for us to question if the path would suddenly stop or become impossible to continue along.
The surprise came near the end. A small encampment appeared. We knew of larger encampments on the outskirts of the city, but I had not seen one in the centre.
We walked through the camp and emerged onto the street near the opera house and town hall.