Whatever happened next?

12th of May.

I am relying heavily on my images here to jog what decaying brain cells I have and it appears that I must have happened upon a place clled the Brasserie du Mont Blanc where I had a few excellent beers. At least I thought that was what it was called when I visited but, as the attached hyperlink shows, it is actually the name of a brewery so I really am at a loss to tell you what the actual bar was called.  Sorry, folks, you will just have to discover it for yourself.  It really was turning into that kind of trip.


Well, a quick check shows that the sole image for this day amount to precisely one, but at least it is a typical Fergy and so I shall move quickly on to the next day.

13th of May.


The weather was still absolutely abysmal as the images show and as I have previously stated I had nothing in the way of foul weather gear. I love wearing denim and my jacket is a virtually permanent fixture but, great as it is, it is in no way practical. However, I had nothing else, and I recalled the words of my late maternal grandmother which were, “It’s only water, you won’t melt”! True enough.


I didn’t do much in the way of sightseeing in the awful conditions but I did get an image of a kiddies carousel unused in the rain which I might try and render into monchrome as I think it looks very melancholic.






No, I was not melancholic myself although I started off that way on this trip but I do like those sorts of images.


I did find a very funky little Vespa which you can see in the image above.

I also found a decent little bar which I shall describe more fully in a later entry which had not only a tremendous rare old French motor bike but, joy of all joys a “flipper” as it is called here i.e. a pinball machine. Again, full details to come later.


Heading back to the excellent hostel I stumbled upon a group of young musicians (pictured) who were knocking out a mix of jazz, Latin and sundry other genres. They did not appear to be “busking” as such as I didn’t see anywhere to put money but they were really rather good so I spent a while watching them before I got fed up of the damp and headed back to the hostel for a few beers and then bed. I do like a hostel with it’s own bar!

I was rapidly falling in love with Lyon (I still am, to be honest) and I could feel in my bones I wasn’t going to move in the immediate future.  I didn’t and so, if you want to know what happens next, stay tuned and spread the word.

Author: Fergy.

Hello there and welcome to my blog which is the last attempt of a retiree and child of the 50's to overcome advanced technophobia and create a memoir of my rambles having had three commercial travel blog sites pulled from under me in just over a year. A learning curve like Everest! I am rapidly approaching a senior citizen bus pass and realistically I have more days independent travelling behind me than before so I intend to "do it while I still can" and am trying to cram in as much as I can now. Apart from travelling, I love playing music (guitar, vocals and a bit of percussion) as the profile pic suggests and sport, although my active participation is now restricted to the very occasional game of pool. I read voraciously, probably a legacy from my dear late Mother who was a librarian and encouraged me towards books from an early age. I'll read just about anything although I do have a particular interest in military history of all periods. I live alone in fairly central London where I have been for over 30 years since leaving Northern Ireland which was the place of my birth, youth and early manhood. Partially by necessity although more by love of the art I adore cooking and I can and do read recipe books and watch food programmes on TV / online all day. Nothing fancy and none of your nouvelle cuisine nonsense, just hopefully tasty, proper food. To my knowledge, I have not poisoned anyone yet! No doubt other little personal facts about me will emerge during the course of my writings here so stay tuned if you are at all interested.

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