After our tour of the Traboules and the old town of Lyon we were taken back to the ship for those who wanted lunch. I was full from all the samples we had at the market.
After cooling down we walked back into the city. I had my cross body bag from Modipeller and Muriel had her backpack on. I was walking ahead of Muriel and I turned around to speak to her. The tiny street we were on was crowded. Tourists and locals bustling for a space. A dress shop ahead looked inviting. It was a local French clothes shop. No sooner had we walked into the shop, a sales lady came up to Muriel and let her know her bag was open. Fear gripped both of us as we knew it had been closed when leaving the ship. Muriel went white and immediately looked in her bag. Everything was still there. It seems that when I turned around to speak to Muriel, I must have scared off the wannabe thief. He/She must have thought Muriel was easy prey and on her own.
On the way back to the ship Muriel carried her backpack to the front. Why do backpack makers put the openings away from the body?
It didn’t dampen our enjoyment of Lyon. It was just one of those things and makes you realize it can happen to anyone, anywhere. You can be in your own home town.