And of course as we said goodbye to the Riviera, the sun finally deigned to show itself.
The day before was Sunday, and we drove to Cap d'Antibes for a dreamy lunch
at a fish restaurant with the unlikely name of Bacon.
I dove right in, and then I had Bourride, a local fish soup
and Himself had Bouillabaisse -- note Gallic version of lobster bib! --
with its accompaniments of aioli (garlic mayonnaise), garlic cloves and lightly toasted garlic bread.
You rub the garlic on the bread,
spread the aioli on top, and
float your little creations in the soup til soggy.
And the following morning, with due fanfare, off to the airport, direction Lyon.
So, Lyon: a few highlights for you, well, for me anyway --
the reflection of the local stock exchange (the Bourse),
not straight on but reflected in the mirrored façade
of the Monoprix across the street from it, and
the top story of the Bourse seen from the escalator
to the second (third) story of the Monoprix.
Setting up for dinner at our favorite bouchon, Le Garet.
chocolate shops, candy shops, pastry shops, fishmongers, poulterers, butchers, fancy greengrocers, and plenty of places to grab lunch or breakfast, true to tradition Les Halles opens early and closes early.
My lunch at Les Halles began with a few snails, then grilled gambas (giant shrimp, 3 are more than ample). Oxymorons are one of my favorite lunch dishes, light and don't leave you too stuffed to enjoy dinner. About those snails, what most people like about snails is the part where you get to soak up the sizzling garlic butter with the bread. In Lyon, however, the predominant seasoning on the snails is parsley butter, so you actually do get the flavor of the little critters, which is delicate and fresh. Surprised?
|shameless display of travel weight bulges|
that blouse was a find! It also worked well with this jacket, bad lighting but you'll figure it out.
I found that blouse to be such a workhorse that when I got home I ordered another one! Unfortunately it was packed by someone whose last job was stuffing newspaper into wet boots, but I don't think the wrinkles are permanent.
For those of you who follow closely, that tweedy thing was not the jacket I originally planned to take, but this one weighed less, and I was at that stage of packing when every ounce had deep and significant meaning. The jacket is quite warm, being synthetic, and sadly can't be worn unless the shirt underneath has a collar to keep the fuzz off the neck. Nonetheless, it's quite well cut.
Tomorrow: those of you who sent dressing room photos will see them posted.