I know. Right now, I should be blogging about apple cider and pumpkin pie, fall garden to-do lists and back-to-school dinner ideas. Instead, I’m sitting in my temporary apartment in France, drinking a nice chilled rosé and eating a sensible lunch of strawberries, baguette, and cheese.
It’s a hard life, but someone’s got to do it.
Lyon is the second largest city in France, and generally considered the gastronomic capital of the country. (Some would say of the world, though coming from the San Francisco Bay Area I’m withholding judgment on that score.) We visited Lyon eight years ago, and ever since we’ve talked about coming back for a longer stay. That trip was a whirlwind camping trip around the country, and we only had a day and a night to explore Lyon — not nearly long enough.
This time, we’re spending six weeks here, taking advantage of the fact that we can both telecommute from anywhere. (And don’t worry, a friend is staying at our house, keeping an eye on things and watering the garden.)