Let's push things forward.

What I love about the small business owners of Lyon is they've embraced the humble rapper.

Rather than whinging to their local council about the graffiti problem, claiming it signals the end of civilization as we know it, the local business people take the artform on board to advertise their rustic wares.

In preference to the ugly blank shutters back home in Northbridge, I'd always choose this one a la rapper.

Perhaps if rapper could paint a wall, we'd never see a billboard at all.

Des Deux Places, Lyon

As just foreshadowed, a big word up to the bouchons (low-brow meat restaurants) of Lyon, France.

As per tradition, this one is only open Tuesday to Friday.

Luckily for Haze and I - but unluckily for the legless frogs (sauteed in herb and garlic), fleshless veals (broiled to a flakey texture in a butter sauce) and juiceless grapes (stomped into a yummy house wine) in the general Lyon district - we strayed by on a Friday.

Reservations essential. Click on the door of the 2CV for contact deets.

Heavy, heavy, monster sound.

For the next few days, good ol' Grump will be spotlightin' and soundcheckin' the graf art of South Central Lyon.

The rap graf you're about to witness is not in any of the tourist guides, but it's almost as good a reason as food to visit Lyon, the home of the bouchon*, the culinary capital of France.

*more on Bouchons later ... mmmmmm Bouchons.

Wotchoo tawkin' 'bout?

And in Cannes, the red carpet is permanently rolled out for this special little fella.

What's 'is racquet, now?

In Avignon, they don't mind this bloke either.

Flaznavour Flav'

They love 'im in Lyon.

The Hunchforward of Notre Dame

Belated apologies to anyone offended by this snap.

And who wouldn't be?

Gold member

Howdy y'all.

I'm back, after six weeks lolling around France.

Anyway, here's a picture of BA Santamaria that I took in the Louvre.