Lyon in less than twenty-four hours
Tuesday afternoon, I cut out of work early to catch the train to Lyon, France. Waiting for me in Lyon was a veritable posse of former Bay Area All Stars: Loren, Jess, Dan and Jen. Loren lives in Grenoble, Jess was visiting him, and Dan and Jen are on their honeymoon and were in Lyon to visit some friends of the family. Since the train was late (those darn Swiss trains!), by the time I arrived, there was already an empty wine bottle on the table. Things pretty much progressed from there.
I spent about 7 waking hours in the city, and it was raining and/or dark for a lot of those, so I didn't exactly see the sights. We did have a nice meal, and we did have a great time hanging out afterward, so it was an awesome mini vacation. And, of course, I found something stupid to photograph.
Fig. 1: This is what Europeans think of us.
If you take the time to read this sign, you'll notice some awesomely French things about it. First, it's called "American Sandwich," which is supposed to be English, but isn't quite right. Second, notice the little sign at the bottom that says "fermeture annuelle," this means that the place is closed and probably has been for about a month now. I guess making those delicious American Sandwiches is so demanding a task that the proprietor couldn't find a replacement to take over when he went on vacation. Finally, notice the awesomely American names of the sandwiches. I wouldn't eat a "Jazz Fish" for a million dollars. And, of course, I took a close up of my favorite one.
Fig. 2: Much like you'll be doing in a couple hours, the sandwich is actually puking out the fries.
Ahh, the famous San Diego sandwich. I don't have to tell those of you from San Diego what's in a San Diego sandwich, because if you're like me, you've probably had this San Diego specialty dozens of times. What you do is, you take a baguette, stuff it with merguez -- a north african spicy sausage -- and french fries, and voila! I would have bought one (if the stand were open), but I'm sure that no one makes 'em like Mom used to, so I'd just be disappointed.
Finally, here's some shots of the gang in action. I am legally obligated to note here that of the five of us, Loren was the only one who truly took Lyon to the max. The rest of us will have to try harder the next time we are there.
Fig. 3: One of these people has never been accepted for admission by MIT.
Fig. 4: Me and team Minnesota.
I spent about 7 waking hours in the city, and it was raining and/or dark for a lot of those, so I didn't exactly see the sights. We did have a nice meal, and we did have a great time hanging out afterward, so it was an awesome mini vacation. And, of course, I found something stupid to photograph.
Fig. 1: This is what Europeans think of us.
Fig. 2: Much like you'll be doing in a couple hours, the sandwich is actually puking out the fries.Ahh, the famous San Diego sandwich. I don't have to tell those of you from San Diego what's in a San Diego sandwich, because if you're like me, you've probably had this San Diego specialty dozens of times. What you do is, you take a baguette, stuff it with merguez -- a north african spicy sausage -- and french fries, and voila! I would have bought one (if the stand were open), but I'm sure that no one makes 'em like Mom used to, so I'd just be disappointed.
Finally, here's some shots of the gang in action. I am legally obligated to note here that of the five of us, Loren was the only one who truly took Lyon to the max. The rest of us will have to try harder the next time we are there.
Fig. 3: One of these people has never been accepted for admission by MIT.
Fig. 4: Me and team Minnesota. 
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