On June 29th 2016, after a series of delays, it was finally time for Wanderlust to leave her winter mooring. In April, two and a half months earlier, Becky, myself, and our dog Gigi returned from California to Auxerre France. Wanderlust spent its second winter in Auxerre’s attractive port de plaisance. Normally we’d return to the barge, spend a week or so getting things set, and then head off onto the inland waterways. But that would not be the case in 2016. Continue reading
The route between Melun and Auxerre has become a well-worn path for Wanderlust. At the end of 2015 she made her third trip on this segment of the Seine and the Yonne. Novelty of the new places has been replaced by the comfortable familiarity. In the towns we know where the restaurants, the markets, and all of the other important stuff for day-to-day living is located. We just settle in and take in what the town has to offer. There’s no longer any stress in finding things. Continue reading
It was busy on the Yonne as we approached the confluence with the Seine. River transport was active in late April; the locks were running near capacity. Wanderlust weighs around 42,000 kilograms, depending on the current state of Becky’s shoe inventory. That may seem like a big boat but on the commercial waterways we are very much small fry. Many of the barges are more than four times our length, more than twice our width, and out displace Wanderlust by more than 50-fold. Needless to say, we stay out of the way. Continue reading
The lunch hour is a firmly protected tradition in France. If you stay long in the French countryside you learn to not expect anything other than the restaurants to be open at lunch. The prohibition of work during lunch often applies to the waterways; automated or manned, the locks frequently close for lunchtime. Continue reading
When we departed Auxerre on the first step of our 2015 cruise through France it brought back a memory of our visit to Positano Italy long ago. As we were waiting for a bus in Positano, an old man walked up to us and asked in English, “Why would you leave.” The old man clearly enjoyed toying with the departing tourists this way but it was a good question. And we had no answer. Why would we leave such a perfectly perfect place as Positano? And why would later willingly leave Auxerre, another postcard perfect place?
Wanderlust can travel all through the European continent on the canals and rivers. In a 20-meter long barge, canals and rivers are pretty much equally easy to navigate. Each type of waterway has its own advantages; each has its own … Continue reading
Still weakened from a stomach bug it was tempting to linger and gain strength in Sens. Sens is a fascinating town; the mooring spot is pleasant. There were all the reasons in the world to stay, but we couldn’t. The following day the next lock on our way to Auxerre, Ecluse St. Bond, would close. If we didn’t make it through St. Bond we’d have to wait for months for the lock and weir repairs to be completed. We had no choice. We had to move upstream. Continue reading
By the time we reached the River Yonne, we were moving deliberately. True, the old towns along the Yonne, the last river of our journey to Auxerre, are particularly interesting. But beyond the appeal of the history of the region there was another reason for moving slow. Somewhere past Montereau I developed a nasty case of food poisoning, possibly self-inflicted. It took three days before I could eat again and a couple of weeks to feel “normal”. Consequently, for the first few days on the Yonne, I mostly just the saw the inside of the boat. At least Gigi and Becky could explore the area. Continue reading