Lyon

It was September, with the weather still warm. We settled in our 5th-floor and no elevator apartment in the 2nd arrondissement (rented from 2beapart.com, still our favourite place to recommend for our friends), and off we went to get lost in the city of two rivers, many bridges, and charming hills. I still remember that smell of the warmth that was in the air, although one might say you cannot smell a thing like that. I could. And then, there was a smell of our first perfectly whipped cappuccino, hidden in a very small and even dark street in the 2nd arrondissement.