My friends and I wanted to see the festival of lights in Lyon and so; we booked an Airbnb and hopped on the bus from Geneva to Lyon. During the two hour drive, we perched ourselves at the back of the empty bus and glued our faces to the windows until we got tired and fell asleep.
My first image of Lyon was a dingy bus station whose exit was not easy to find. But after minutes of searching and a brief bathroom break, we finally found ourselves in the city. I was a bit disappointed at how sunny it was because we had over prepared for the cold but I was grateful for the chance to abate my Vitamin D deficiency, a hallmark of my time in England.
Our first stop was a bookshop in which we spent too much time and in which I decided I was going to commence my journey into the world of bande dessinées (comic books). It was there I bought my first comic book, Aya de Yopougon, about the life of a young girl and her friends in Yopougon, Ivory Coast in the 70s.
It took some hours of being in Lyon to realize that we came a day too late and had missed the festival. But we tried to make the best of the situation by exploring.
We stopped by the Christmas market. (A must when visiting any European city around Christmas time)
And spent most of our time in Old Lyon until night came.
For dinner, we walked until we found a seafood restaurant. We stayed there for hours and talked about things I can't remember.