"Transport, motorways & tramlines, starting & then stopping, taking off & landing"

Bon sour mon amis!

Well, I've been in Lyon for about 24 hours now.

I arrived last night after a tearful farewell with The Boy & a cuddle-fest with Nice.
The flight was hella-cool! (I have to say this barmy French keyboard is driving me mad already)
For some inexplicable reason I got to travel in club class, just me & no bugger else!
It was ace!
2 trolley dollies attending to my every need! Which in truth was nothing more than "Hello, could I possibly have some more champagne please?"

So far I have seen chuff all of the city other than:
It's undoubtedly excellent metro system, which is clean, spacious, reliable & fully automated!
That's right friends, no drivers!

In addition to this I have just had a brief walk around part of the city, having left my obnoxious superiors to return to the hotel without me, announcing that I needed to see something of the place.

The work itself looks like it's going to be a proper ordeal. Only 11 hours today!
In all seriousness, it's a mess.
The company have landed themselves right in the shit on this one.
Still, it gives me the opportunity to excel & simultaneously earn some decent dosh! Hurrah!

well, it's just gone half 10 here in France so I'd better be heading back to the hotel (which is only a stone's throw from this internet cafe, so I should manage to pop by quite regularly.)

Adieu, my little petit-pous!

On yeah! It's now been over 24 hours since my last cigarette!
Gasping & proud!