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- Shuttle bus service
- Swimming pool
- Free High-Speed Internet
- Free parking
TripAdvisor Reviews Chateau Lambert Chenas
Travel Blogs from Chenas
... northern section of the city - a lake with ducks, geese and guinea fowls abound.
I loved the local market at the top of the second hill in Lyon - where rockmelons are as orange as the brightest orange I am tempted to wear and the ripe flavours permeate the air around them.
walks though the narrow Renaissance streets and the hidden tunnels that allow you to walk unseen from one street though to the next. hidden courtyards, ancient balconies, winding ...
We arrived in Lyon late in the evening after such a beautiful drive that day through the Provence region of France. We were both tired and looking for a cheap and easy dinner. The hotelier put us onto a great little pizza restaurant just around the corner. Each day they source the produce from the local farmers markets to top the scrumptious pizzas, the waiter had recently just had a year in Australia working so had lots of stories to tell ...
... The box got ripped shorter and shorter each round until the was literally nothing left but a small scrap of paper. And the game was still going!
The chick got knocked out but I stayed in. Unbelievable I could actually get my head down below my feet. After the box got that small, the only way to determine a winner was to make the ground lower, so the "box" got dug into the ground. I still got it! But so did joe. I came unstuck when it was put down a ...
... next day - chocolate, wine, cheese, salami - all the healthy foods! Day 15: The next morning we set off after a very large breakfast and started our journey to France. As usual, we went the wrong way with our GPS sending us to Switzerland which is very nice but not where our accommodation was booked. We had a brief panic but after reading the instruction book, we were off again in the right direction. Milan was covered in fog again so despite driving around the city for ...
The morning starts with a good old French strike - I'd planned to take a tram to the station (easier with the pack) but they're not running until 1pm. I offer my ticket to some American (I think) girls I've been learning of strikes with (freaking automatic machine) and they generously insist on paying me its value, so the morning takes on a more cheerful hue for having encountered nice people. I get to the train station around 9.30; plenty of time to catch one of the high ...