The back streets of old town Lyon, muted colors like a few sticks out of a box of Crayola crayons, earth tones and pastels. Time to turn on some Jacques Brel and Edith Piaf and recount all the dishes we've eaten, all the wines we've tasted. via Instagram http://ift.tt/1EnIUzJ
Audrey's Euro-whim train journey, day 3: En plein air, Montpelier. As the lights go down, life picks up at sidewalk bistros and back alley bars. This is Mediterranean France. Audrey adds this "I found this little place, had papillote de saumon frais au foie gras & miel. Oh, and chocolate fondant." via Instagram http://ift.tt/1IhCre2
Wow. Colmar, France! Certainly French, a little bit Germanic, decidedly Alsatian. Voltaire spent some time here (apparently, he was a philosophe-nomad). His quote: "A city half-German, a city half-French, and wholly Iroquoian." That last bit was his politically incorrect way of saying "bizarre." I'm grateful the world wars left the town and its half-timbered and medieval architectural stock mainly intact. Time to go ice skating, sample some choucroute, sauerkraut and vin chaud blanc! Perhaps the last of our holiday market photos for the year. Hoping your last year was a fine one, and the next even better. via Instagram http://ift.tt/1OmG98l
