On the way to airport I told MoBob that I didn't like traveling. He wasn't happy about that - he pointed out that lots of people would love to have the opportunities I have, including him. I felt bad. It was an OK trip. I'm glad I took Air France. I sat next to a gentleman from Jordan and we had a good conversation. A couple of people said I spoke French well, including the immigration official who was surprised to see my American passport. Paris-CDG still ranks in my personal scorebook as the worst airport in the industrial world: I had a hard time finding the terminal/gate for my connecting flight to Lyon, and got there while people were boarding. There was a group of Indian men on the bus to town. I was a little worried for them since they didn't speak French, but they reassured me that they knew what they were doing. Kudos for them.
After settling in at the hotel and finding that my travel alarm clock died, I walked around in search of a place to eat or even a corner store. No luck, and I was tired of eating granola bars. I walked to McD's - and it was closed! With a construction fence around the whole building. I decided to walk to the McD's across the Place Bellecour. On the way I stumbled upon the Salon de Livre (book fair). It was packed. I don't know if that's a reflection of the general interest of the public or the lack of other entertainment on Sunday evenings. Each publisher had a table and there were many authors there signing their books. There was a table for Librairie du Québec where I chatted with a nice young lady - a Tunisian-Canadian from Chicotoumi who married someone from Lyon. Always a treat to meet someone with North American sensibilities.