"On n'est pas dans le futurisme, mais dans un drame bourgeois ou un thriller atmosphérique"
Draped in the casing of its past, between light and shade, reason and feelings, Rhône and Saône, the ancient capital of the Gauls has lit a candie in my heart.
Sometimes a protective virgin, sometimes a goddess risen from the water, she who could have become the First Lady of France surveys the rest of the world from the top of her inspired hills : one in prayer, the other constantly at work... Rebellious and independent, sensitive and generous when one ventures into her secret alleyways, the soul of Lyon has the feel of victorious velvet and the rigidness of the loom which served to weave its identity.
A site where many routes converge, borne along by long lines of inventors, masters of artistry and silk manufacturing, magicians of good taste and valiant knights of industry ; her many different facets have built the sound foundations of this land of encounters, impervious to passing time.
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