We didn't explore Lyon, the intermediate stop, as it was raining buckets, not bouquets, but we found a bakery for lunch in the station. Shane found a table while I waited for the drinks and paid. I couldn't find my credit card. What a disaster! I tried to explain that my husband could pay, but getting his attention was harder, tucked, as he was, in the far corner behind a pillar. At last he saw me and came and tapped. I was pretty sure it wasn't actually lost - I really hoped not! Once calmly seated, I found it quickly. We relaxed into lunch and went back up for cake.