Walking along well trodden paths, I paused to admire the facades of Vieux Lyon, worn yet beautiful to behold
Walking along the deserted street, my muffled footsteps permeated the silence with striking clarity. The glow of lamps cast illuminated the cobblestone pathway and archaic buildings. The stillness of the night was as profound as the smell of winter rainfall, lingering in the air.
The winding cobblestone streets of the medieval old city were a delight to explore. Colourful crumbling facades adorned with vibrant bouquets and and painted wooden doors were everywhere to be seen. The locals walking about the streets attending to their daily chores beautifully complemented the chatter of voices and traditional music emanating from the numerous cafes and stores along the streets. Occasionally the serenity was punctuated by the sound of scooters flying effortlessly through the meandering narrow streets, hilariously at odds with the otherwise relaxed atmosphere of this tranquil town.