Lyon

Sun warms the basilica entrance and the city hum rises up the hill.

You stand at the feet of stone lions and other patient guardians. The world tilts and frames you between lion and column, a quiet scene that holds steady while the day moves around you. Statues lean into light, and the arch murmurs its Latin like steam from a perfect bowl of broth.

You taste dust and summer citrus in the air. Choosing the next step with the calm of a traveller who trusts the table is already set.