Mercure Lyon Brotteaux
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... the same time. There are place holders for the screens for each square. They used to use wooden blocks, but now they use screens.
After that we got back on the bus and wound up in a HUGE traffic jam on the way to the Basilica of Fourviere, which is on the highest point (of course) in Lyon. The view was nice, supposedly we could see the office of Interpol, and across the river to Mont Blanc, the highest peak of the Alps in France.
... its cobblestone pedestrian streets, trudging up its ancient staircases, admiring its gardens, fountains, and trees. I love crossing rivers to meet Logan as he gets off his school bus. I love that with all of its age, historical importance, romanticism, and charm, Lyon is fully alive with people enjoying life...and almost no one has thought to rope it off and make a grab for ...
... the mountain slopes. Will need to go & get ready for tonight's information session & dinner soon. Will write again in a day or so....not sure how we will go in Italy as not sure about the wi fi there. Love you all very much & hope that all is well with you all. Please give each other a big hug from us both & pass on our love to Nana Maisie. Mum & Dad (Mamar & Grandad) xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox PS. Keren the garden looks good, thanks for looking after it, the orchid is lovely. ...
... the hostel around 2pm. I was absolutely exhausted and just relaxed here for most of the day. I’ve met a lot of cool people during the day here, most of them travelling around Europe like I am. I stayed here with an American guy, an Irish guy, and a Moroccan guy to watch all three football matches. The last one being USA vs. Ghana, and USA pulled out the last minute victory. It was a great start to the tournament for America. ...
... but I wasn’t too
excited to spend my night there.
As tough as getting into the bed was, getting out of the bed
was another trial. Luckily, Axel and Claire were already downstairs, so I
wasn’t going to embarrass myself in front of them yet another time. As I
descended down the ladder, it fell again with a loud bang! After I recovered
from my shame (seriously, it’s meant for children to do), I realized