We're on our way. . .

Today we are back on the magnificent train system on our way to Lyon. We've not been to this part of France before so there is excitement everywhere. Duane is particularly excited as Lyon, by all accounts, is the gastronomic capital of France. Duane wonders if Paris knows this? 

Duane decided to walk the one mile (Towing bags) to the Gare du Lyon this morning. It seemed like the right thing to do at the time. Little did he know Paula would overheat and our nice, little morning stretch would turn into a sweaty forced march through the sleepy streets of Sunday morning Paris. Ouch! Paula, of course, did eventually cool down and we were able to access our surroundings. While Paula is ripping off every piece of clothing allowed by law the French are marching in dressed for a bitter Autumn walk. It was, after all, about 58 degrees F. Our favorite Sunday Morning character, not allowing for the criminal contingent and resident crazy guy (Most large stations are required, by law, to have at least one crazy guy) was a somewhat overweight man with dirty, white tennis shoes, bright red Bermuda shorts, dingy short sleeved white t-shirt all tucked up underneath (Wait for it) a huge, puffy down vest snapped up to his fragile, little white neck around which was, of course, a tightly wrapped, pale orange scarf of questionable origins. He was a hoot! He was moving quickly and allowed no time for a photo shoot. 

We are now Lyon bound on the TGV (Which stands for, Duane thinks) Things Goby Veryfast. We've heard reports that these babies get wound up to 150-190 mph! Things are whizzing by rapidly so it must be so! The TGV are smooth, quite quiet and whisk people all over France at high speeds. It is terrific!