Another trip, another town, more pictures of churches and other random things. I’m afraid to say these posts are starting to feel a bit repetitive, at least to me. But since I did take some pictures I will go ahead and post a few and mostly let them speak for themselves.
Here is the Basilica of Our Lady of Fouvrière in Lyon. It is at the top of a tall hill on the west side of town. I climbed it twice and was like to die both times (spoiler alert: I didn’t die). On the way up brass roses are set into the path at regular intervals for those who want to pray the rosary as they ascend. I wouldn’t call it a pilgrimage quite, but you will definitely burn a calorie or two on your visit if that counts as any kind of sacrifice.
The interior of the basilica is beyond incredible, possibly bordering on the ostentatious, or blowing right past. I rather loved it.
Lyon also has a cathedral which by the standards of your average American church is of course magnificent, but when compared to the grand cathedrals of northern France I think is rather plain. However each of these places has their own unique charm. In spite of everything that is going on in France I am thankful they have kept these buildings open for prayer and as sanctuaries of calm away from the tumult of life.
This statue stands on the west side of the river Saône near the appeals court building. It depicts a man with an uncertain expression, having possibly just come out of the water, carrying himself.
Lyon is currently one of the several large cities in France under a state of maximum coronavirus alert. Masks are required everywhere indoors and out, not just in crowded areas of town as is the case in Annecy. There is a metropolitan-wide curfew from 9 PM to 6 AM during which all restaurants and businesses are closed and all persons must remain indoors except for a limited number of exceptions, and then only with an attestation. On the street beneath my hotel a roadblock was setup and manned all night, to query the few travelers that might pass by.