Basilica of Notre Dame of Fourvière
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矢沉
Notre Dame de Fourvière Church, Lyon, France
I walked all over Lyon alone in two days.
When I read "The Little Prince" as a teenager, I felt that the story was full of loneliness. When I came to the hometown of the little prince in person, I was melted by Lyon.
When I went to Notre Dame de Fourvière Church, the Gothic and Byzantine styles were full of French colors.
It happened that the believers were worshiping. I stood in the last row and watched silently. When the believers sang the gospel, I flashed back to my mind "Pray to God to be a good person for ten minutes".
Overlooking the whole city of Lyon from the top of the mountain, the glittering Rhone River was flowing quietly in front of me, and the melody of the accordion was in my ears.
Coming down from the top of the mountain, walking along the path, you can see houses of different colors everywhere, just like the colorful feeling of the city of Lyon. At the same time, the bells of the church followed closely.
In the building of Lyon celebrity murals, I found a bakery for breakfast. The boss also sat next to me with a cup of coffee. Seeing me taking pictures, he was very enthusiastic to help me take pictures (although the pictures were not very good hahaha), but it severely shattered my inherent impression of the French.
Walking all the way to the old town, while looking for postcards, I met the Little Prince at the corner. Is that you? Dear