Yen versus France: Part Trois

Uneventful overnight flight to Lyon except I got nauseated by the airplane food. I used to look forward to them (why? I don't know) but I think my love has ended.
For this trip, my first time speaking French was to a station agent since I had to pick up my train ticket. SUCCESS! Let's see if it goes up or down from here.
I lost my pencil and had to play Sudoku in pen. Hardcore.
I composted my ticket and boarded the train like I knew what I was doing.
Train ride went by farm animals - goats and roosters - that liked to live dangerously close to the tracks. They have nerves of steel.
It was raining when I got to Annecy, just like when I left Atlanta.
I couldn't figure out how to call a taxi (it was confusing or maybe my brain stopped working) so I just walked to my hotel.
I stayed at Hotel du Palais de l'Isle. It has the smallest lobby known to man.
The receptionist made no attempt to speak to me in English. I was incognito.
Rain was a good excuse to take a nap. I used to not believe in being affected by time zones or time changes, but after this trip, I'm convinced.
France had to be "fun" and spring forward one hour the first night I arrived. Thanks a whole bunch.
After an ill-advised nap, I churchified myself and visited 5 churches. I went into 3.
Being inside a nightclub? Fun mostly. Trying to sleep in a hotel room beside one? Not so much. But I was disappointed in their partying skills. They only kept me up until 2am.

Train station at the Lyon airport is kinda spectacular. It was like I was in a Romulan Bird of Prey because of course I know what that feels like. It was pretty empty because most people take the train station in the city.