Loads of tourists and sausage! The incredible lightness of planlessness. A dose of southern sunshine, so badly needed. Improvised the local language and Livia pertubed the regimen.
Lyon-Paris at a supersonic speed. Estonian sweets and cider from Normandy. With my compatriots. The following day with local greeks, absorbing Paris and its spring. And then heading to Charles de Gaulle.
Lyon,the capital of gastronomes. The regular weight couldn't be restored in any case, it seems. Annecy. The most idyllic town about an hour south from Lyon.
An hour and a half in Genf. Across the Alps, wrong currency and fancy cars.