Our week of indulgence in London was over too soon. We were just getting used to relaxing when it was time to go. Mr Lufthansa flew us to Lyon via Munich and we took the “scenic” suburban bus into town to find our Hotel in the older part of town,

Sarah, Mike, Jo and Nick roamin the Roman ruins.

Our daughter Sarah and her partner Mike had been in France for a week touring Champaign. They hurried off to Paris on Friday afternoon to meet our son Nick who flew in from Vietnam and drove down to Lyon to meet us. We hadn’t had the family together in the one place for more than a year with Sarah in London, Nick in Canberra and us on the Gold Coast and had a lovely couple of days catching up, eating and watching the Wallabies play.

Nick with the Lyon Basilica in the back ground.

Saturday night we had a special celebration dinner at a genuine French two star place. The food was excellent but we ate far too much. Keeping the weight down would be a real challenge if we had too many of these dinners.

Mike and Sarah in the old silk district (not thinking about food)

On Sunday, Mr L got us back to London via Frankfort (just for variety) with enough time to drop off the last of our non-bike clothing and repack for bike riding.

From here on our lives would become much simpler, and much more complicated.