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While I have taken hundreds of pictures of France, my primary purpose for going to Lyon was to study French à l'école dans la ville de Lyon . This is a picture that I took of my classmates and professor on the last day of class. Our professor, Angela Morales, is the woman fifth from the left. Our class was multi-national. Each student in this picture came from a different country.
This is another picture of Angela that I took when I met her in Vieux Lyon on a Saturday afternoon.
This young man is looking for something sportier than a Smart Car to commute à son école maternelle (nursery school) !
This is a new Smart Car that is manufactured in the Lorraine, France. Mecedes-Benz has made a million of them over the last ten years. Last January they went on sale in the US, and I've seen them popping up in Chicago. They are very popular in France where gas costs about $10 per gallon.
A Smart Car could be the perfect second car for owners of big SUV gaz-guzzlers. SUV owners could fit a Smart Car in the cargo area of their car. When their SUV runs out of gas, the Smart Car could be used like a life raft. This could run for a week on the amount of gas that the gas-guzzler would use to go to the grocery store !

This little girl stole the show. Behind her is a group of technicolor street musicians The people in the cafe ignored them to watch this energetic little girl on a pogo stick.
This man was sitting at a cafe in Vieux Lyon on Sunday afternoon. He was singing old Bob Dylan tunes from the sixties (en anglais). Unlike the street performers, he wasn't singing for his supper. He just performed for his enjoyment and that of the numerous spectators. People crowded around this small cafe to hear him sing. everyone in the cafe and on the street. gave him enthusiastic applause. If he had put his hat out, he would have collected enough for more than just his supper.
Vieux Lyon is filled with people on the weekends. I heard a group of teen age street musicians singing Elvis Presley songs in French in front of the original l'hôtel de ville (city hall) of Lyon. You have lived until you have heard "C'est maintenant ou jamais" (It's now or never) sung by a group of energetic French teens. Their version sounded more like a disco tune that the original one by Elvis.The groups enthusiasm made up for its lack of authenticity.
In the fifteenth century, the French kings decided to make Lyon the silk capital of France. Generous financial incentives lured Italian and other European silk makers to Lyon. These efforts were successful and Lyon became the silk capital of Europe by the eighteenth century. As the silk industry expanded Lyon's population grew at an explosive rate. Buildings were crammed against each other in the Vieux Lyon. Cobblestone streets, Renaissance houses, and the colorful building facades give this area a jovial Italian air. This is in contrast to the more dignified and elegant feel of the French buildings from the same era. Most workers were illiterate; even the better educated ones did not all speak French. Small statues on street corners indicated the name of the street. La rue de boeuf (the street of the ox) is a typical street intersection in Vieux Lyon. A statue of an ox indicated the name of this street. The lettered street sign is a modern addition that was added much later. A nearby street is named Rue des Trois Maries and had a statue of the three Marys from the New Testament. Unfortunately many all of these statues have not survived.
Despite the best efforts of the airline industry to sabotage my trip. I eventually made it to Paris in early July 2008. The plane from Chicago was delayed two hours because of thunderstorms in Chicago. I missed my connecting flight from New York to Paris. American booked me on a different flight to London with a connecting flight to Paris. More bad weather and airline bureaucracy caused me to miss the connecting flight to Paris.
I finally arrived in Paris about ten hours late. I had booked a shuttle to take me from the airport to the hotel. They refused to pick me up, because it was so late (7:30 pm). I took the RER commuter train into the city and tried unsuccessfully to catch a cab to the hotel. I walked for a mile searching for the hotel. It was located on a street that was so small it did not appear on my map. I found it after a concierge at a nearby hotel gave me directions. Friday, July 4 was a glorious sunny day in Paris. As I walked along the right bank of the Seine, I quickly forgot the ordeals of the previous day. This shot was taken during my walk along the Seine.