Lyon

We spent less than 24 hours in Lyon, it was basically a stepping stone to Avignon. We set out fairly early in the morning determined to find some breakfast, and some traboules. These are passages between the streets which were originally intended for silk weavers to move their goods in crappy weather. Apparently, resistance fighters found them useful in WWII. So we went into every patisserie we came across and tried to find these traboules. They generally look like someone’s front door, and some you have to use the intercom button to open, so I felt a little like I was traipsing through someone’s backyard.

Starting off, with my first pastry

Finding our first traboule. We would have walked straight past it, except for the plaque next to it, which then gave us some idea of what to look for (basically, a door you can open0

The courtyard bit of another traboule

And popping out in another street

Lyon from above