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two days ago i jogged in the morning and yesterday, to make up for it, kourtney and i went to les halles de lyon in the morning for some super fancy food-watching/eating. we had to take the metro there, and exited right underneath the big crayon that dominates lyon - the renaissance hotel (pictured above) - into a mall (pictured below).
les subsistances at night.
i pulled out my laptop on the walk home and snapped this photo with “photo booth” because i was sans camera - but just couldn’t miss it.
this morning i decided to take a trek out into the city center of lyon to get some information about the velo bicycles that you can rent from stations around the city, and to explore a little bit. it rained this morning and the light was superb so i brought my camera.
i took the D metro from Valmy in the 9e arrondissement to Bellecour, a big red dirt square. in the above picture, you can see Fourvière in the background (the church on the hill).
the square is home to a tourism office where i asked for a map and a gay guide, and found out that there was no way to rent the velo bikes without a european credit card.
i’m sitting in a semi-comfy chair at jfk after paying way too much for wifi via boingo, and paying way too little for a fossil watch (duty free = yes!) - which will be delivered to me at the gate when i board the plane. class.
i’ve got about two more hours before i board a 747 and fly to heathrow with a bunch of annoying british people and their screaming kids with nintendo DS’s. luckily i’ve secured a window seat by checking in online, have an ample supply of antihistamine sleeping pills and didn’t sleep last night. prognosis? a comatose flight to london-town for chris.
after a transfer in heathrow (which will probably involve taking a bus to another terminal) and a two-hour layover, i’m off to lyon where i’ll be stationed for two weeks performing with big dance theater. then it’s off to spain and anywhere my little heart desires for four more weeks. woo hoo.
be sure to check THIS site. my blog. for photos and updates. i’ve just decided to roll that way.
so deal.
i’m kinda abandoning facebook and twitter for this journey. i just want my documentation of this trek to be on my terms and not get lost in the standard sea of tweets and status updates.
xo - “world-traveler” (according to british airways) chris.
first drawing i did in the rhodia note pad i bought in france :
so this is a double retroactive post about lyon, originally written on fire island, but finished and finally posted from my apartment in queens as my lazy cat hangs out in my bookshelf. here you go, katie and i go (went) to the musee des beaux arts [captions below]:
this painting by lyonaise painter claude bonnefond (b. 1796, d. 1860) sturck me immediately. look at the dying guy’s right hand.
i ate kebab two days ago.
apparently that’s some kind of (delicious-ish) gyro-like meat stuffed in a pita. it made my stomach feel like it was going to explode for two days. ew.
anyway. the point of telling you this is that michael moore was right! prescription drugs in france are f’in’ cheap!
as you probably know, the dollar sucks right now, so i was assuming that things would be ludicrously overpriced. for example, an 8 oz bottle of apple juice cost 3 euro, roughly $4.50. my prescription antacids (pictured above) cost a whopping 1 euro 58. that’s like 3 bucks. kidding? no way. for reals. for super super seriouses.
so yes. get sick in france. it’s cheaper.
i promise - now that i’m kebab-less - my posts will be more interesting. katie and i are going to take a morning stroll to buy phone cards tomorrow, so i’ll take some basic photos of the immediate surroundings and post them for your viewing pleasure.
til then, i’ll eat blandly, and drink only cassis and flat water. it’s yum.
this is me sticking my head out of katie’s room’s window precariously dangling her laptop in my greasy hands - the same laptop i’m typing on right now in the “common area”/stairwell, while katie tries to stay awake.
we had a lovely, albeit exhausting, trip to lyon, and now we are in a weird flux of jetlag and simple nougatine ice cream (what the hell is that? delicious.) um.
this place is fucking awesome. will fill you in more in the future.
parents - i made it safe and sound.
friends - envy me.
mom’s friends from the y - hey girls! j’taime!
hearts - c
just returned home from dropping off ponce, my cat, at my parent’s house. they’ll be taking care of him for a month while i’m in france. oh yeah, i’m going to france with big dance theater for a month to work on a new piece called ‘comme toujours here i stand.’ we’ll be in lyon for three weeks.
fear not i will blog as much as possible to keep you up to date.
but right now, i just miss my mister kitty. it’s weird to see this apartment without him. and it’ll be really weird to go to sleep without him snuggling me off to dreamland. sigh.
who ever thought i would become a cat lady?
oh wait. everyone.