I'm sorry for not posting this past week. We've had family visiting.
A few more comments about Lyon and I'll move on...
Our Lyon bed & breakfast
After a harrowing drive through the city of Lyon without a good map, we found an oasis at La Maison d'Hôtes du Greillon
The location of the bed and breakfast was at the top of a hill overlooking the city of Lyon. Built in the late 18th century, the house once belonged to a well-known sculptor named Chinard. A long flight of stairs to the front gate made it tricky to transport our luggage, but it was a minor inconvenience once we stepped inside the house.
Each of the five bedrooms was decorated in muted tones of red, blue, yellow, pink, and beige (we had the beige room). The room was quiet and spacious -- a total oasis. Emmett loved having all the space to roam around. Our bed (queen size?) was luxuriously firm (unlike our soft, squishy, less-than full-size mattress in Paris) and fitted with crisp, white, high-thread count sheets. Pure heaven. We all got two great nights' sleep. Each room had it's own balcony overlooking the garden.
Staying here rekindled our fantasy of someday owning or helping to run a bed & breakfast. The owner was hosting a party for friends and family at the house over the weekend, so we got to witness some of the party preparations...and it got us thinking, "Wouldn't it be great to have a bed and breakfast and be able to use it to throw our own parties?" (!!!) What was also great about staying at a B & B with Emmett was having the use of their kitchen, dishes, and refrigerator to heat up and store his food.
Le petit dejeuner at La Maison was very simple: a basket of croissants and breads, homemade jams and preserves, yogurt, and coffee/tea/juice.
A few more comments about Lyon and I'll move on...
Our Lyon bed & breakfast
After a harrowing drive through the city of Lyon without a good map, we found an oasis at La Maison d'Hôtes du Greillon
The location of the bed and breakfast was at the top of a hill overlooking the city of Lyon. Built in the late 18th century, the house once belonged to a well-known sculptor named Chinard. A long flight of stairs to the front gate made it tricky to transport our luggage, but it was a minor inconvenience once we stepped inside the house.
Each of the five bedrooms was decorated in muted tones of red, blue, yellow, pink, and beige (we had the beige room). The room was quiet and spacious -- a total oasis. Emmett loved having all the space to roam around. Our bed (queen size?) was luxuriously firm (unlike our soft, squishy, less-than full-size mattress in Paris) and fitted with crisp, white, high-thread count sheets. Pure heaven. We all got two great nights' sleep. Each room had it's own balcony overlooking the garden.
Staying here rekindled our fantasy of someday owning or helping to run a bed & breakfast. The owner was hosting a party for friends and family at the house over the weekend, so we got to witness some of the party preparations...and it got us thinking, "Wouldn't it be great to have a bed and breakfast and be able to use it to throw our own parties?" (!!!) What was also great about staying at a B & B with Emmett was having the use of their kitchen, dishes, and refrigerator to heat up and store his food.
Le petit dejeuner at La Maison was very simple: a basket of croissants and breads, homemade jams and preserves, yogurt, and coffee/tea/juice.
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