Our final day on the Rhone. And our final Rhone lock with the rather marvellous floating bollards. The bollards sensed our sadness and gave ever greater mournful moans and groans as they lifted us up within sight of Lyon.
This time we decided to moor in Lyon on one of the old commercial quays. These quays are being transformed into trendy venues for bars, clubs, galleries and apartment blocks. But we still managed to moor for free in the midst of it all.
Took the bikes off and cycled back to the confluence where the Rhone meets the Saone – just for one last longing look. The Rhone has truly been Lobelia’s summer romance.
Treated ourselves to a meal out in one of the upmarket and rather overpriced restaurants on the waterfront and must have amused (or alarmed) fellow diners when we paid our bill, walked out and disappeared over the edge of the quayside and out of sight.
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