After a leisurely morning strolling the semi-pedestrianized shopping streets of Lyon, I said a sad goodbye to Arah (flying back home for a reunion, etc), and headed east toward the Alps.
(You can't see them from Lyon, at least not from bike level, so no photos.)
After 10 miles of busy streets and glass-strewn bike paths, I got into the countryside.
Arah keeps saying that I'm going to Chernobyl, and I thought I was going to Grenoble, but perhaps she was right...
Lodging tonight is a well-maintained 14th-to-17th century farmhouse.
Finally, the obligatory food porn