Marché quai St Antoine – Célestins

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Shrugging on coats, we laced up our shoes,  scooped up three dog leashes and headed for the door. La meute (the pack) do their absolute best to restrain from barking, to avoid waking up the entire building at 7.30 am on a Saturday morning in Lyon. With little ‘shhh’ reminders, I can see the effort they are making to stay calm, so eager to please us but fizzing with excitement for a morning walk.  I am blissfully in love with this city, a passion that has spanned unrelenting for more than two decades and I am ethereal as I  float down the staircase to the front door. Hauling open the huge carved wooden door we are slapped by the sounds of the city. Already very much awake even for a weekend, we find cyclists pedal along furiously, traffic signals interchange and street cleaners open water valves and spray arcs of water out onto the street. Continue reading “Marché quai St Antoine – Célestins”