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About Lyon

Now, don’t get me wrong, it ain’t all roses. Some punters are right bastards—makes me wanna clock ‘em! But her? She’s a warrior, a bleedin’ titan! “The world’s gone to shit,” like in *Children of Men*, and she’s still standin’. Reckon she’d laugh at me pompous arse, call me a toff, and I’d love her for it. She’s me cuppa tea—rough, real, and takin’ no guff! We shall fight till the end, and so will she, mark me words!

La rencontre

I rush over, dodgin’ tourists and their selfie sticks. I mean, c’mon, it’s not that hard to walk without blockin’ the whole sidewalk! Anyway, I get to the church, and it’s a mess. The stained glass is shattered, and the altar’s been ransacked. I’m fumin’. Who does this? I start lookin’ for clues, and I spot a weird footprint. Not your average shoe, more like a clown’s foot. I chuckle a bit, but then I remember—this is serious biz.

St. Francis Xavier’s Relics Draws 12,000 in Goa, India, for Decennial Exposition