Léon

After a bit of playing, we finished packing and headed to the airport.

The flight to Lyon was a short one, just under an hour. 

Upon arriving in Lyon, we picked up our luggage, rented another car and drove away. The drive to our hotel was smooth, with the beautiful Rhône River glimmering as we crossed over it.

The city had a charm that was distinctly French, yet it was quieter than Paris, with its blend of medieval and Renaissance architecture.

We checked into the Cour des Loges, a luxurious hotel in the heart of Vieux Lyon

Our suite was spacious, with tall windows that overlooked the streets below. 

I decided it was time to make a call to my new man in Lyon, Philippe. He was a French national with a solid background in finance and business, but most importantly, he spoke English fluently.

I picked up the phone and dialed his number. The line rang twice before a confident sounding man answered.