I remembered hearing / writing that Lyon was the gastronomic capital of France and wished we could experience some of that. Also a colleague at work was from this city and though I've since lost touch with her, it would be fun to tell her I'd checked out her hometown. Perhaps another time.
Apartment living is much bigger in Europe than in Britain and the U.S. It's hard to tell whether these would be nice flats, but there were streets of them along the riverside.
Some had signs hanging on the balconies, which Bill said were protesting about the main road that was built just outside their windows. I expect the buildings were there first, so I'm sympathetic. "Progress" always seems to come at a cost, eh?
When we reached our campground at Meursault I had to laugh: I'd been furiously trying to snap photos of vineyards from the road. I loved the geometrical rows, but was having little luck. At Meursault I could hardly photograph anything but! We were surrounded...