Ibis Lyon Sud Vienne Saint Louis
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... Jiu jitsu to choke and hurt people in the bar we were just two turfed ***** talking ****. Baz was so ****** up he was worried about standing up to order at the bar and that when it was decided it was home time, otherwise I'd have to drag him back to the hostel. So we walked the long trek home, no idea how we did it but we made it, got into the room and we were out! Next morning we woke up and ...
... but I had to go to the school in the morning to try to figure out how to take ballet classes with the university's sports program. I ended up going to the mall to kill time before class and made a friend who made me speak French (although he could speak some English) while I was crocheting a hat. Classes ran until 8PM today, now I'm starting to understand why the French generally eat dinner later.
Today I had early classes ...
... dark sunglasses and deadpan faces. And then, as "she" became more and more provocative they took turns reacting to her on beat with the coat opening slightly at the bottom while a long, metal ladle hanging down to the knee flew up on command to gong a metal frying pan placed strategically like a fig leave. OMG, I could barely breathe.
Meanwhile, I awoke with a right ring finger joint swollen and painful and I think I ...
... The middle section of this short leg met us with a cheeky 5/6% incline for 5km! Luckily though it was full of French, English, Belgium camper vans all ready to watch the Tour De France pass. They were shouting, clapping and waving as we battled with a fairly painful hill which was just what we needed to propel us up! Nick was pretty quick up the hills again but he was cheating by using 'wind' to power him up! Toby was apparently smuggling another helmet but I'll let him tell ...
... shopping, and failing. Where the f#Ľk are the Zara stores?
We headed off, hands in heads, to the Centre d'Histoire de la Resistance et de la Deportation. Easy for you to say!
The centre is housed in the headquarters of the Gestapo during WWII, and being the charming bunch of thugs they were, they picked an average joint in a pretty ordinary part of the old city.
The story of the resistance was ...