Postcards from the French Alps. Notes from a Solo Spring Journey

Written by Sherry

I was there for a friend's wedding at the foot of the Alps. One night in Lyon before heading back to London. The hotel room had a copy of Cézanne by Yvon Taillandier on the table.

I made a drip coffee and read a few pages before the day started. Dinner that evening was bone marrow and baguette. Lyon takes food seriously. One night is never enough.