Detour through Lyon

There was a moment at the end of May, I found myself on the edge of the Rhone river in Lyon and I looked over the body of water and felt like I’d returned. I hadn’t seen it since 2012.  I used to sit with my legs hanging over the wall in Arles eating my baguette with Tomme de Savoie cheese and finally I stood over a large bridge just appreciating it’s beauty in a stunning city I’d longed to see. 

It’s impossible to forget that there’s always something intrinsically drawing me to the beautiful Southern half of France.