While I did not get to see the Festival of Lights in Lyon I was there in the days preceding the festival as the city was coming to life. Fete de Lumerie pays homage to Mother Mary on December 8th. In a very Lyonaisse tradition homes place a candle in their window.
I knew about the festival before emabarking my journey to Lyon. I had tried booking a room months in advance. Everything was sold out. Despite this I made the decision to go anyway even though I would miss the festival. Lyon is the gastronomical capital of France. This is a story for another day.
In the days proceeding the festival buildings were illuminated. Practice runs were made and music was played. It was quite spectacular to witness.
Given the hundreds of thousands of visitors that descend upon the city I was glad to have this enchanted site all to myself. Rumor has it the sidewalks are thick with tourists making dinner reservations and getting around a bit of a hassle. Fortunately I did not experience any of this. I was free to roam the city at my own pace.
Every evening whether it was walking back to my b and b or just strolling on the way to dinner I was treated to my own private show.
Cooking is one of my passions in life. Enjoying good food, pastries, chocolate and everything the French have to savor is my other. This should come as a surprise given my father chose my name after reading The Hunchback of Notre Dame.
I am a voracious reader and collector of cookbooks. Little did I know that all my grade school French lessons would come in handy one day.