Lyon has lots of stairs to climb. Indoor stairs, outdoor stairs.
The ones featured below belong to 'Vieux Lyon's ascent to the Fourvière church, and the others, to my grandmother's home.
This week I climbed these staircases of dusty stone and creaky wood with my dear dad pictured below. He first came to Lyon almost 30 years with his brother. They would live by busking in the metro with their guitars and cool English melodies.
He met a beautiful French girl and my parents fell in love here that summer of '94.
Here we are, a few decades later.
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