So a few months ago I was perusing Sky scanner, as you do, looking for a cheap getaway over the Christmas period. I must admit I had had a glass of wine but only enough to make me feel enthusiastic. This was the result. Ideally a few nights in Lanzarote or Madeira would have been better for some heat but hey ho. Si the result was a full on 48 hours in the gastronomic capital of France. I made the most of it with a race round a handful of museums. My first night was cold and wet, but it's January so not unusual. It did dry up a bit so I sat outside this bar restaurant for a glass of Macon Village Blanc, I even remembered my French which I hadn't used in a long time. I then went to find some food. One place which looked really traditional had no room. I think the fact that I looked cold, wet and bedraggled may also have been a factor. So I trotted off down to a cosy bar down the road where I demolished a sharing board for 2 without any bother at all. The baked camembert was amazing. I then had a pit stop at a rather trendy bar further up the street. It all felt French ( as it should) Not another tourist in sight, just the locals enjoying the last of their Christmas holidays. Day 2 was very hectic but gave my daily steps a real boost. The Cinema and Miniature museum which houses sets and props from numerous Hollywood and French films. The Gardagne marionette museum and the Fine art museum. All of which were located close to each other in the Old Town. All this followed an old town walking tour and interspersed with food and drink as usual and the now obligatory visit and purchase from Zara. I go to a Zara in every new city I visit just for fun. some of the museums were in the more touristy part of the old town so it was quite busy. It's pretty small considering the size of the city. I had a lovely Lyonaise salad in a small bistro. Lyonaise salad is dressed mixed leaves, lardons and croutons, Simple but delicious. Later on I had Steak tartare but I think there was something lost in translation as I got a blue steak burger with the egg yolk as required. Maybe they thought I didnt know what I was ordering or maybe the chef thought I wanted a burger before realising his mistake. Any way a cocktail and another couple of glasses of re and it was back to the hotel.  Day 3 and its back home. I walked to the station via the Paul Bocuse food market which is very posh an Galeries Laffyette.