The capital of the Gauls

It rained overnight in the city of converging rivers. So French to rain in the early early hours and to be belle by noon. Just like moi.

No steps to the sky today was the plan.

A room with this view is us.

 

 

We bathed the statues down the street.

 

We Roman ruined as best we could

 

We did moderne

 

We shaded ourselves in pursuit de fromage

 

As best i could i loved myself.

 

 

We went up stairs to the pink tower

 

 

We gawked in awe at its obviousness. Just out of frame is a giant plum colored vagina shaped cloud. Most unusual I thought. The girl in the Glacier shop explained is is nothing except a phenomena of the weather climax. I asked her if she new an Italian seamstress.

 




 

Down the tower And caught a glimpse of something

 

We twirled in the traboules of the resistance

It was easy to feel the urgency

So We ran for freedom

 

You could hear the Germans coming....

 

And then

I do love a change of pace

and a cactus

And the old and

the new

between the Saone and the Rhone in a city of 483,657 as of today.

It is like grand pa papas axe, only had three new steeples and a couple of cloisters added. At least the frogs don't pretend they have John the baptists middle finger or Saint Caterina's collar bone or foot in a golden casket like the Dago's do.

And then you get this broken thing in the third biggest parc in Europe.

After a spanish lunch in the bot g's I went in search of the Gros Caillou.it is a glacier. Rock not ice cream.

I found this instead.

I was not disappointed but felt a little for them both.

How must the long neck feel to be a beast at the beck and call of the kings of nothing.

How must the blackamoor feel? if feel he can still after all that has been usurped and denied and lost.

 

Eat the rich.

 

 

 

Women who roll rule.

they would never tether a giraffe.

 

 

The people you meet on the street.

 

Bob, would never tame a giraffe. He is too kind.

I love a Lyon night sky

And a lyonnaise sunflower

and the front seat on the Metro

And I am going to Paris tomorrow.

A bientot.