In 1536, Lyon was designated as the center of the silk industry in Europe. This position was bolstered when in 1804, Joseph Jacquard perfected the method of producing figured fabrics by the use of perforated cards. These “program cards” actually went on to play a vital roll in the development of the computer. Cool.
Sagan’s interest in sewing and material making is as strong as ever. This Saturday, she attended a Weaving Workshop offered by the Association Soierie Vivante. The looms were beautiful works of art in themselves, and a bit intimidating.
These monsters looked fairly complicated from a distance, but upon closer inspection – they were even worse!
It reminded me of the complexities of biological evolution. It would be interesting to see how these machines were adapted and improved over time.
While she was in class, Mark, Kailas and I checked out the neighborhood. The workshop was located in the La Croix-Rousse, a beautiful, hilly area located to the north of us that we hadn’t explored yet. I turned the corner and there in front of me was a huge flea market. Needless to say, I disappeared into it.
Most of my morning was spent at the flea market. It was held at an elementary school so there was a playground conveniently close for Kailas to play while Mark figured out his new French smart phone.
We also checked out other retail stores – especially the ones with food.
Kailas is a pasta and sausage kinda guy, and he was in heaven when we peeked into this Drogheria Italiana.
By now, you may have suspected what kind of food I get excited about.
Last night I had a naughty dream that I’ll share (don’t worry). I was in one of these sinful patisseries, destroying all the delicate, petite cakes by taking honking forkfuls out of each one.
It was nice.
When we picked Sagan up at noon, she had created a small purse to hold her camera. I’m pretty sure we will be back to this place for more weaving lessons.
For lunch, we walked to one of the rare vegetarian restaurants in town, Toutes les Couleurs. The walk included lots of stairs, but wasn’t too far away. Check out the view and notice Sagan’s “new” sweater I got her that morning from the flea market.
I would like to report that this restaurant was wonderful, but it left a lot to be desired.
We waited for a while, and started to think the potted plant on the table might be our first course.
Eventually we were served our meal. It was fresh but boring and bland. The kids finished off their veggies, but like us, were still hungry after the last course was served.
Lyon is famous for their bouchons and most restaurant menus are heavy on the meat. The history of this is actually tied to the weavers and their laborious jobs. Just like the notion of a “lumberjack breakfast,” the heavy, calorie laden meals favored by the workers who toiled long hours at the loom are still prevalent in Lyon today. Maybe we should stick with that.
On our way home, we topped off our gastronomical experience with a stop at one of our favorite patisseries. It is my favorite because of the natural stone walls and the huge timbers used for the ceiling – their bread is some the best, as well.