What to do in Lyon – besides eat

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If you’re wondering what to do in Lyon, search no more. Follow this itinerary (at least the good bits) and you’ll get a great overview of the city.

Bonus: With Air Canada launching direct flights from Montreal to Lyon this June, it’s easier than ever to get there. 

 

What to do in Lyon – let the fun begin

“You’re so dumb,” said my husband as I stopped my bike and squeezed a blob of foam out of my hair. “Don’t you know that when you see a group of teenagers you go around them?”

“They were on the path,” I said, as haughtily as one can when wiping bursting white bubbles off her forehead. “How was I to know I was cycling into a foam war?”

Sadly, Mark was too busy shaking his head and grinning to listen to my reasoning. But I had to admit he was right. If you see a group of teenagers in the Parc de la Tête d’Or – the largest park in Lyon, France, it may be wise to take a detour.

 

There are plenty of things to do in Lyon besides eat

Food may be the biggest draw for visitors in France’s second largest city (or third, depending on who shouts louder, Marseille or Lyon), but there are plenty of other things to do in Lyon. (And if you’re keen to try the cuisine, read my food in Lyon article).

What to do in Lyon outdoors: That’s an easy one. The Parc de la Tête d’Or, or ‘Golden Head Park’ is one of Lyon’s most tranquil outdoorsy attractions.

 

The legend of the golden head

This large Lyon park opened in 1856, but the legend that a golden head of Christ was buried here goes back much further. And while finding a gleaming golden head would be the discovery of the century, if all you do is walk around peering hopefully at the ground, you’ll miss out on the park’s other attractions such as the lake, rose garden, tropical greenhouses, zoological park, statues and, of course, the requisite stately trees.

 

Museum of Contemporary Art of Lyon

What to do in Lyon, culture-wise: Since you’re up at the Parc de la Tête d’Or anyway, make a stop at the adjacent Musée d’Art Contemporain de Lyon. Dedicated to temporary exhibitions, it’s a great way to tap into the modern vibe of Lyon.

Bonus: it also has a cafe where you can sit and enjoy the view of the park. (And clean toilets. Whoot!)

 

You’ve seen the new, now visit Old Lyon

If you’re wondering what to do in Lyon history-wise, head to the medieval Old Town of Lyon. Located on the right bank of the River Saône, Vieux Lyon is a wonderful twist of of cobblestone lanes, Gothic and Renaissance architecture (don’t miss the 15th-century Cathedral Saint Jean Baptiste), ice cream shops and lively restaurants.

Plus it has traboules!

 

Play hide and seek – just don’t get into traboule

Honestly, exploring traboules are one of the most fun things to do in Lyon. What’s a traboule, you ask? It’s a shortcut, like a secret narrow passage (which really isn’t all that secret because you can get a brochure about traboules at the tourist office) that cuts through various buildings in old Lyon and in Croix-Rousse, the historic silk weavers’ neighbourhood.

Where are the traboules in Lyon?

The longest traboule in Lyon runs between 54 Rue Saint-Jean and 27 Rue du Boeuf, and cuts through three courtyards and four buildings. There’s another winding one at 9 Place Colbert. Altogether there are hundreds of traboules, though many are closed to the public.

 

Why do traboules exist?

Quick history lesson: Lyon was a major centre for the silk trade. Traboules gave silk workers, also known as canuts, quick and easy passage to the town wells. Why they had to be ‘secret’ I’m not sure, and I guess they’re not really, but you’d never see them if you didn’t know they were there, and I’m sure they came in handy when the underpaid canuts staged large scale revolts in the 1830s.

The outcome of the Canut Revolts of Lyon

The Canut Revolts were brutally suppressed, with thousands of arrests and hundreds of deaths, but their motto “live free working or die fighting” inspired other workers for years to come.

 

Look up, way up, to Fourvière Hill

From the Old Town of Lyon (or anywhere else in the city) you can hardly miss the large hill looming overhead. This is Fourvière Hill, the ‘Praying Hill,’ so called because of the mammoth basilica that sits on top of it.

 

Back in 43 BCE, Fourvière was the Roman settlement of Lugdunum. The mighty (and mighty impressive) Basilica Notre-Dame de Fourvière built in the 1800s, was erected over the site of the old Roman forum.

 

The Metallic Tower of  Fourvière

While you’re up on Fourvière Hill, in addition to Roman ruins and the basilica, you may notice the Eiffel Tower. Only in Lyon it’s called the Tour Métallique de Fourvière, the Metallic Tower of  Fourvière, and was built three years after the real Eiffel Tower.

Because it’s perched high on the hill it is, according to the good people of Lyon, higher than the Eiffel Tower at 372 metres. (Even though it’s actually 85.9 metres tall.)

 

Love in Lyon

What to do in Lyon romance-wise: You can get up Fourvière Hill by funicular, which is, of course, ever so enjoyable, but if you’re looking for active things to do in Lyon I highly recommend you walk down, especially at sunset, because the path is lovely and romantic.

 

The things you learn when travelling

It’s while walking down Fourvière Hill that I learned my husband is attractive. (I mean, obviously I suspected it before, but I thought it might have been just my opinion.) I learned he was attractive because an American girl kept giving him the eye all the way down the hill (until I finally managed to lose her).

After that incident I kept an eagle eye out, and to my great indignation I noticed that many women in Lyon were giving my husband the whole double glance thing. As you can imagine, once I pointed it out my husband began to really like Lyon.

Until the boat cruise.

 

River cruises in Lyon

Depending on who you ask, taking a river cruise can be a delightful way to explore Lyon or the worst tourist outing ever. So listen and learn. It was a brilliantly sunny day when Mark and I boarded the boat, and seats were filling up fast. I didn’t see two seats together so I grabbed an aisle seat near the front of the boat and motioned frantically at Mark to take the opposite aisle seat one row behind.

 

My husband never listens to me

To this day Mark swears he didn’t bypass the seat just because I told him to sit there. Whatever his reasoning he waltzed on by and I lost him in the crush of sightseers. As the boat sailed off I was able to catch the fresh breeze from the open door at the front of the boat, listen to the commentary and hop up to go to the outside deck at the back of the boat.

Then I saw my husband. He was squished into a window seat, unable to get out because of the two older (and quite large) women with walkers who had completely wedged him in.

 

The sun was pouring in through the windows, the rays seemed to be focused directly on him. Sweat was beading his forehead, and he gave me the most forlorn look you can imagine on a 6’3″ tall man. My initial reaction was pity. Then I thought back to the foam incident and felt a wee bit of satisfaction telling him afterwards, “You’re so dumb.”