My brother was obsessed with the idea of going to Lyon. I hadn’t even considered it. France’s third largest city doesn’t bask in hype like Paris or Provence, but if you look closely you’ll find a culinary and cultural cornucopia in a big city that feels like a small town.

Our legs were itching for some lengthy walks after being cooped-up for a couple of weeks so we set off to explore the city. It was surprisingly easy to access most of the city on foot even though the city has great public transit and plenty of bike-share kiosks. I actually had to give away metro ticket because I couldn’t find an excuse to use it before we left. This led to some unexpected viewpoints and great photo opportunities in some of the smaller nooks around the city.

We numbed our sore feet with delicious wines and set about strategizing our meals. We were lucky that my friend Sasha had bought me the Fooding guide for my upcoming stay in Paris because it also included a small section on Lyon. We were doubly lucky that we managed to snag a table at a little restaurant called Palégrié, helmed by Guillaume Monjuré, the winner of last year’s Fooding best chef award. I have to admit that it might have been the best meal of my life when I think that the menu only cost €40. Even with a three glasses of perfectly paired wines and a coffee we still felt like we were robbing them by escaping having left under €60 each. The meal lasted about four hours from the time we arrived at 8pm but at no point did we feel impatient because a steady stream of unexpected dishes kept arriving between the main events.

The kitchen is run by two people, and the dishes were delivered by the one sommelier/waitress/hostess. This was the antithesis of a NYC establishment desperately trying to turn over tables and burn out their kitchen staff. If I lived in Lyon I would probably end up here at least once a month.

Palégrié was the only fancy meal I’ve ever walked away from feeling healthy, but that can’t be said for some of the other restaurants we visited. Pounding the pavement was necessary to help burn the countless calories consumed in Lyon’s historical bouchons.

Lyon’s traditional cuisine is as heavy as the dock workers who used to line the riverfront warehouses. We booked a lunch at one of the classic establishments in town called Le Garet. I knew I had crossed the line when a sizzling cast-iron pan of cervelles meunière (translation omitted so my vegan friends won’t disown me) was not so gently placed in front of me.

But there’s hope for those who want to try bouchon food without the necessary glutton badge. You can opt for a little place called Le Bouchon Des Filles, a newer restaurant run by a couple of women trying to put a lighter, more feminine spin on the classic working-class dishes.

In the end, four full days in Lyon allowed us to really savour the city’s beautiful parks, vibrant markets, waterfront promenades, stunning churches, cinematic museums, futuristic tunnels, and of course its gastronomic legacy. It has all the complex ingredients of the complex French society distilled into a manageable size. It’s pretty much the perfect amuse bouche to the feast that is France.

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It was time for another rest. April in the Languedoc with my family was one of the few guideposts I had during this trip. Few paths could compete with the one that promised me good food, great wine, and the most familiar company I know.

After a late night flight from Porto and an overnight on a hard bench in the Paris CDG (timed perfectly with a one hour loss thanks to daylight savings time), I was on my way to Montpellier. At this point I was more excited by my parents’ gracious gift of a cushy hotel room and its accompanying gym than I was to explore a new city but I did manage to do a bit of sightseeing.

Then it was time to pick up the rental car and cruise across the rolling hills dotted with little towns that stood out like islands in a sea of grape vines. This was wine country after all, France’s largest producing region.

The rental house was in a tiny little town called Saint-Genièse-de-Fontedit where the population of things to do was only slightly more than zero. Months of bouncing between renowned cities and exotic locals immersed in a young and social backpacker culture suddenly came screeching to a halt when we drove into the drab and rainy little town with boarded up shops and one empty little working-class bar. Panic set in when I went for my first walk around town and only encountered one young person who was impatiently standing at the bus stop waiting for someone to take him somewhere more interesting.

But after the initial shock, some much-needed sleep-ins, a visit from a dear friend, the arrival of my brother, and some better weather, I readjusted to the slower pace of life that the French are famous for.

The month melted away into a blur of delicious home-cooked meals sourced from local markets and winery tastings. Any weight I had lost in Asia was regained thanks to fresh baguettes and fatty cheeses, not to mention the almost daily croissants. But would it be France without stuffing one’s face? I’m pretty confident that it was the entire point of being there.

Between meals, we embarked on daily road trips to the surrounding cities, villages, and beaches. The rental car’s GPS allowed us to cover a lot of ground while getting into relatively few fights and sometimes its time-efficient backroad routes gave us a glimpse at some pristine countryside panoramas before stopping to walk around the cozy little towns.

Eventually the small towns and cozy house became too familiar and the road started calling. My brother and I booked a train up to Lyon and Paris for a taste of French city-life, but not before a few more beaches, churches, and roman ruins. It would take me too long to describe all the places we went, and since this post is so long overdue I’m just going bombard you with pictures.

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Old Monastery #2

And some very empty beaches…

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