I was up at 6am to stroll the streets, camera in hand. As with any city at that time of morning, there were a few rather drunk people still finishing up their evenings - I stuck to the main streets just to be safe.
Detail on the Palais du Justice
Opéra de Lyon
Closest thing I got to a chandelier
Tom Cruise would be disappointed with all the empty bottles on the steps of this Church of Scientology.
Once the sun was well and truly up I kicked my bestie out of her bed and we hit the streets.
We crossed a bridge into Presqu'île, the city centre, located on the peninsula formed between the Rhône and Saône Rivers.
We did lots of street wandering, stopping for coffee and cake, before heading to the Musée des Tissus (Fabric Museum) where I spent a few hours.
Unfortunately no photos allowed inside, but here is the very nice courtyard between the Museum and the Musée des Arts Décoratifs, located next door.
I would go back to the Museum for the embroidery alone. My favourites were the 200 year old clothes from France - the embellishments were so intricate and beautiful it almost brought tears to my eyes.
I couldn't get over how much smaller everyone was all those years ago. I would struggle to fit in the men's clothes that were on display and wouldn't have a chance with the ladies' gear. I blame the hormones in the chicken.
Yarn shop seen near the Musée
Lunch was at Georges Brasserie (as recommended by Sara Louise) - it gets two thumbs up from us.
The afternoon was some retail therapy (it's so nice to shop without children in tow). After three shirts and a watch I was very happy.
We headed home via the Cathedral of St Jean, which is only open to the public in the afternoons.
Although it was finished in the 1460s, if you walk around the side you can see the ruins of the 6th century church on which it was built.
Inside it is lovely and gothic with plenty of stone encrusted vaults and stained glass.
The astronomical clock in the north transept
We made it back to our apartment to drop off our shopping and have a wee rest before our hike up to the Croix-Rousse quarter.
Croix-Rousse is on the steep slopes north of the city centre and has an arty, bohemian vibe. History wise, it was a centre for silk weaving - unfortunately we didn't get the chance to visit the Maison des Canuts (Silk-weavers' House) for a run down on the industry.
We got a good work out heading up all the stairs and were rewarded with lovely views once we got there.
Speaking of the canuts, the silk-weavers had a undercity network of secret passages through which they could transport silk in rainy weather. Called the traboules, the secret streets were also used by the French Resistance.
We traversed some traboules which ran through apartment blocks into secret courtyards between streets. None of the ones we used went underground and were accessed by doors in the street like this:
Where we came out (with interesting pub sign).
When in Lyon you should try to eat at a bouchon restaurant.
Bouchons are bistros that specialise in hearty, homelike food. And offal. I'm not so crazy about offal, but we muddled through.
Diners are seated next to each other on long tables (we had a French family on one side of us and a Taiwanese couple on the other) and you eat together.
The entrée consisted of 10 different dishes in large bowls that we all shared.
Chez Paul. We liked it.
Main course you ordered from the menu (offal or not) and desserts were brought out in large serves for the whole table, just like the entrées.
Don't forget to try the cervelle de canut (silk-weavers' brains) for your cheese course (it's only fromage blanc with chives, garlic and salt. Very tasty.)
The food was lovely although not as good as the meal the night before. It's the atmosphere and group dining that makes the bouchon experience so different. Talking with your neighbours and banter with the staff is great fun and makes for a night to remember.
We walked home via the Hôtel de Ville, very happy after our two pots of beaujolais and another lovely day in Lyon.