Miribel is tiny, but our room looked out over the Rhone Valley, and it was beautiful. At night Lyon sparkles across the entire horizon like a pile of pirate treasure, glinting off the river. The mist in the morning makes everything look like a fairy tale. A fluffy cat made friends with us.
In my continuous battle with the tenacious mosquito, I have to say that the 1 in Paris who got me like 6 times in one night was way more badass then the ones in Miribel, as I was able to wander around each night before bed and get all the ones we had let in leaving the doors open, and aquired not a single new bite. Ian keeps making fun of me, but I don't care. I shall be victorous!
I ate a merengue cookie the size of my face, and have really settled into the French way of breakfasting with a croissant and hot drink. Maybe with honey.
We went to the beautiful park there and a funny bunch of harmless bee/fly like critters decided my hula hoop was a flower. :)
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