I was eager to visit Lyon because I had learned of its importance as a market town in the Middle Ages when I was studying the unicorn tapestries. It was good to see that monuments from its Roman history, when it was an important outpost of the empire, have also been preserved.
While the ship was docked in Lyon we also made a bus trip into Beaujolais country, visiting a winery, and enjoying samples of the wine. The harvest of course was long past.
This was followed by a stop in the town of Beaujou. The inhabitants paid little attention to the tour buses. They were busy preparing for the opening of the year’s Beaujolais Nouveau. We visited on Tuesday; the opening day was to be Thursday, which in practice meant midnight Wednesday. People were hanging decorations across the main square.
The weather was wet. That seemed entirely right to me. It usually rained in November in the world where I grew up.
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