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Halloween in France is really not all that different than the ones I've experienced in North America. Just that no one says trick or treat - they must say something in French be we never found out. And perhaps the scenery - sitting outside in a large square in Lyon, watching the dressed up people go by - makes it a bit different than what we were used to.

We were in Lyon for 3 days and luckily, one of them happened to be Halloween. We didn't really know what to expect and had no idea if there would be anything going on. We had friends that told us places to spend it - Go to Prague, Go to Paris - but those places just didn't seem to fit in with our timeline.

In the end, we learned that it didn't really matter because there were kids everywhere, dressed up and adults came out later in the evening, themselves ready to party. How was this any different to what we were used to?

Expectations can be a funny thing. Something you're so excited for, can let you down in the end. It's almost better to simply expect nothing and then everything will be amazing.

That's not to say we did have a fab evening people watching in the square. It's just the only out of the ordinary Halloween night thing we saw was a big fight outside of a club. And that really could have happened anywhere, it's just more that when we were at 'home', we would have never been around clubs at 1 a.m.

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