I tagged along with my husband for a bit of business and pleasure to Geneva, Switzerland and Lyon, France in mid-December. The weather was surprisingly enjoyable — you can interpret that to mean NO SNOW, and temps in the high-50s/low-60s, and just a windbreaker. We were in Paris in October, celebrating our 25th anniversary, and while both locales are in France, I think I prefer Paris. Lyon reminded me of Rome, in that there are reminders of ancient times around every corner. In fact, the City of Lyon is a UNESCO site, with four major spots highlighted. We visited … and enjoyed … them all. In many ways, I could move to France tomorrow. Though I speak Spanish, it’s easy to navigate the French language, particularly when it’s written. My main issue is dinner time. Because I don’t eat red meat, and I don’t eat dairy. And what does France have in abundance: beef, sauce, cheese. Like, everywhere. Can’t a girl get some chicken? Damn. Also, my other biggest issue with France is the smoking. It’s like the whole of the country glanced at the US Surgeon General’s warnings on the dangers of smoking, and gave it a collective fuck you. It’s hard on the lungs, I tell you. Good thing there is so much more to France than the lingering cigarette smoke.