Tuesday, January 28, 2014

The Cold Never Bothered Me Anyway....

Lyon is one of the most magical places I have been to yet. It was supposed to snow this past weekend but it was not in the cards, it was just cold. (Cue "Let it Go from the movie Frozen)   It is a huge city- not as big as Paris- but still pretty big. It is UNESCO World Heritage site... in plain people speak it means there are a TON of really really old buildings. Most of them date back to before the 17th century and were relatively untouched by the World Wars.  Lyon was the capital of Roman Gaul and has become the food capital of France. Basically this visit was heaven, old buildings food and silk.  Oh yeah, Lyon is known for its silk too.
My final research project is about fabric, so a visit to Lyon was necessary. Anna was my travel buddy, translator, and fellow foodie.  We visited Tissage Carret, which all I can say about that visit was how overwhelmingly amazing it was. It is owned by the Carret family and they are the sweetest people ever. Our tour guide was Laurent Carret, the grandson of the founder.  There are so many words I could use to describe this place but I don't have the space.. mainly because I'm not allowed--shhhhhhh---secret stuff gets developed there. I can honestly say this visit reinvigorated my passion. I was so excited, pumped, amped, whatever word you want to use, after that visit.
At Laurent's recommendation, Anna and I had dinner at Brasserie Le Nord. (Don't pronounce the "d")  It is owned by Paul Bocuse,  one of France's most famous chefs, you know michelin star status type chef. We had bellinis, white wine, sausage with pistachios in brioche, lamb with potatoes and spinach and the most amazing vanilla custard to finish off the most decadent meal I've ever had. Anna and I both agree that was one of the top three meals of our lives.    We were so full after that we aimlessly walked around till we weren't anymore. We walked into the James Joyce pub only to get sucked into watching the Dawn of the Dead and decide it was time to call it a night.
Saturday=sleeping in.  We woke up, took our time getting ready, and then walked around Lyon for a hot second to take in the sights before our lunch date with Anna's host family, from her last visit to France.  They made sauerkraut, corned beef, and potatoes, salad and a homemade apple pie/tart. Their home is a dream. You see pictures of a home like this but, never actually meet anyone who lives there. Well the Pellet family lives in a 17th century apartment overlooking the Saone River and has the most breathtaking view of the Basilica and the Cathedral.  After a lovely afternoon with them, Anna and I ventured around Lyon went sightseeing, shopping and had dinner with Sigolène and Ferrèol (the two older kids from her old host family).  We went to the Monkey Lounge for some of the best cocktails and then to the Smoking Dog for a fantastic way to cap off the night... at 3 am.  Our train the next morning at 9am came toooooooo early.
What will I remember most? The way the Saone looked like silent swirled sheets of glass moving along, the way the Basilica Notre Dame de Fourvière takes your breath away when you walk inside, the way white wine does NOT mix with vanilla custard (a word from the wise--just don't even try), and finally the way Lyon managed to steal my heart... if only for the weekend.

1 comment:

  1. You could not have captured this weekend in any better words. Je suis d'accord avec tout! It was such a wonderful trip. So glad I was able to show you around my favorite French city :)