Doing the job that I do, and travelling to the far ends of the globe, or so it sometimes feels, i have a tendancy to forget the beauty that right on my doorstep. Europe. Well France in particular. Many a summer I have spent winding through the vast green countrysides of this architecturally exquisite country. The south is my favourite, no matter how many 5 star holidays I have been on, it still doesnt seem to match up to the freedom and relaxation of The European camping holiday. There something about sitting in a tin can, surrounded by trees and nature and of course the blue and yellow colours belonging to Keycamp. Spending my days getting up at the crack of dawn to cycle up to the local patisserie for freshly cooked croissants and a baguette (which never made it home in one piece, riding a bike whilst balancing a full French stick is a skill I never mastered, no matter how I tried), then spending the days exploring the coves and small beaches in the south, or the Cinderella castles round every bend in the Loire it truly is a wonderful place to visit. My favourite French fancy however, is the architecture which brings me back to lovely Lyon.
History tells that Lyon was once an important city of Roman times, with great strategic value it became one of the greatest cities of Gaul.
In more recent times Lyon was also the centre of the French resistance during WW2 adding to its infamous history.
Now however, the city is more cosmopolitan, well as ‘Cosmo’ as anywhere in the south of France can be. It is a place where, for me, real relaxation can be soaked up. The zen of wandering around a city in France when the sun is setting is a feeling that can only be experienced if you enjoy it yourself.