Lyon Day 6ish

Day 6 in Lyon should count as only half a day, since we left on the 4:00 train for Paris.  We left the hotel rather late, trundling our suitcase behind us to the train station.  We had discovered that the new Les Halles Bocuse -- a big new market established by Paul Bocuse, Lyon's favorite son, was near the station, so it seemed like a good place to check out and have some lunch before our train. 

 When we left the hotel, the theater on the Place had sprouted a few more signs, and a few more inhabitants. 

 The Halles is in an urban-renewal area with consftruction around outside, along with rain, lots 'o rain. 

 Inside it has about five rows of shops, and many restaurants, wine and snack bars. 

 We were so dazzled by the cheeses that we purchased four to bring home.  The fromagier was kind enough to vacuum pack them so we would not reek in the train. 

 We had been puzzled by a common word on menus, quenelles.  Mystery solved -- these are quenelles, described as dumplings, with various flavors, fillings and herbs. 

 Below a ham entirely encrusted with red peppercorns. 

 Candied fruits pretty enough to eat. 

 Tarts, including more deep pink "praline" tarts.  Not pretty enough to eat. 

 We've never understood the allure of chestnuts, in any form.  We'll just never be French. 

 Tom has a similar head, his of a moose. 

 And back to the train station, and back to Paris.