The Bells

Nous sommes lundi. The longer I'm here in Lyon, the more surreal it feels.  In the immortal words of David Byrne,  "How did I get here? 

Nous avons passe un bon weekend.  We wandered through the market at Croix-Rousse, bought some lunch items from a woman at a table labeled "Mondes Persians" and lunched in a little park.  We found some more traboules and looked out at the city from scenic viewpoints.  We had our first official dinner out at Le Sud, which is quite a good restaurant. Yesterday we walked through Vieux Lyon and, come to find out,  there was a massive contemporary ceramic art fair happening there. Friend to the Blog, CB, premier American potter representing the state of California, would have been in her glory.  

When we got home last night, we relaxed and listened to church bells ringing like crazy for about ten minutes.  I am curious about this recent bell hubbub.  They were not ringing on the hour and we haven't before heard them pealing so insistently.  Perhaps it was a little way for the people of Place Carnot to welcome us to the neighborhood.  Merci beaucoup, Les Voisins.  (Thanks, Neighbors). 

I'm always curious about what's going on here in Lyon, but don't forget that I miss all of you, too!