These images don’t represent even a quarter of the number of playgrounds we chanced upon while strolling through Lyon. This city is literally geared for families and the joy of childhood play.
Kingsley’s first experiences of aire de jeux threw him: all the kids spoke French! But he mastered afew important phrases and got along perfectly with the kiddies. Running and chasing is a universal language anyway. Throw in some ‘bonjour!’ And ‘comment tu t’appelles?’ and we’ve ready made convo right there.
Both he and I truly couldn’t believe the quality of the playgrounds, the sheer number of them, ease of access to them from any part of the city…plus to Kingsley’s delight, the fresh water taps in the form of lion’s heads as spouts.