Sunday 12th August 2018
I thought perhaps you’d like to rest in our spacious apartment on the Boulevarde des Belges after our flight from Athens to Lyon, but non, you want to get out and explore the instant we touch down.
So we do: we walk through the clean, beautifully designed 6th arrondissiment of Lyon past eye-popping Renaissance-era architecture to one of the best parks I’ve visited, world wide – Parc de la Tête d’Or.
Hidden inside is Lyon Zoo, a choo-choo train, a lake, at least 6 playgrounds and the wizardry of a magical fairground complete with carousel and attractions that kept us up till 7pm.
The very best part of my day was watching you kick off your shoes, climb on the playground equipment among the French speaking kids, scamper as high as they do, communicate well enough to get where you need to without falling (you fell out twice, limped to me, told me you’re brave then limped back to climb on again) and keep your cool when a little girl obsessed over you/your hair kept on asking comment tu t’appelles?’
Being the only Greek in town could have freaked any kid out but not you Kingsley. By the end of the day as we slinked back to our apartment in the Warwick Reine Astrid Hotel you were greeting all and sundry with your adieus and merci.