Cruising River Saone in Lyon, France

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There are two contrasting architectural landscapes that confront us when cruising River Saone in Lyon, France, the modern and the antique. Today, we are just going to sit back, relax and enjoy the modern architecture emerging at the river bank; well, a few of the pictures. I am pretty sure it has changed some more since they were taken two years ago but as an architect buff, I love the building designs and an artist, I love the bright colors, I was at home either way.

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