"...if you sing to me in French"

At the time when I started composing this post I have been home from France for almost exactly one week (to the minute).

Now I am happy to be home & to regain a sense of normalcy to my life, but I am really missing a lot about Lyon.
For instance:

• CunningLinguist & ShutYourMouse
• Speaking French (even if it was a tiny amount)
• Wandering the streets in awe at how beautiful the place is (nothing, not even a lorryload of mind altering substances, could make that possible in Crapsville)
• Pretty girls in every direction
• Flying
• Feeling important (ish)
• Not having to worry about money at all
• The feeling of utter contentment I used to get just wandering around the city with my i-pod, smiling to myself.
• The Smoking Dog, The St. James' & the Indian restaurant
  
• My "Le"
  
• Etc.

I also find myself getting very defensive of the French. As always, there have been the little stereotypical jibes at the French in the paper this week. And they make me cross.

Lyon, can you hear me?
I miss you!