St. Bob (oddly not represented in sculpture there) and I just got back from France. It was fabulous, and the food in Lyon was swoon-worthy. Here are just a few pics:
However, it seems France has made some strange choices that I would file under “Gee, what could possibly go wrong?” First, they were so enamored with the symbol of a lion in many of their cities, that they bought a live lion in the 1890s. I know, I know.
Then they thought, “Hey, let’s have
a bull fight with the lion against the bull.”
(This happened in the Roubaix arena and in others.) Needless to say, the
bull is no match for the strong, fast, cunning predator that a lion is. No word
about the longevity of the lion handlers.
But the most puzzling choice France has made is to equip young drivers who have lost their driver’s license to drive anyway. Yep, anyone aged 14 or over can drive a little two-seater car called a VSP—a voiture sans permis— with as little as four hours of experience behind the wheel.
No one even knows how many of them are on the road. I know, I know, one seems like too many. But France has still stolen my heart—if not my pocketbook—and I’ll no doubt return someday, hopefully not too close to any VSP drivers or lions.
Meanwhile, Christmas is coming and the perfect gift is this marvelous short story of mine, just $3.49, in beautiful booklet form. Order some for all the people you know!
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