Canal de Bourgogne: Dijon to Saint Jean de Losne

We met our friends Dave and Wendy from Barge Blue Belle on the way to Saint Jean de Losne.

It was difficult for us to get sufficiently motivated to leave Dijon. We like it there. And the longer we stayed the stronger our psychological dependence on Dijon’s covered market became. Dijon’s marché couvert is our happy place. Only with effort were we able to force ourselves to continue on our way to St. Jean de Losne. Continue reading

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Canal de Bourgogne: Dijon, Mustard turns High Tech at the Teletech Campus

The Teletech Campus, near Dijon

On the way to the port in Dijon we saw this building alongside the canal. We quickly dubbed it the “QR Code” building from its outward appearance. And indeed, when we came back to take a closer look, we saw that the building it does in fact have QR or Quick Response codes on its facade. Check for yourself using an app on your phone. Continue reading

Canal de Bourgogne: Dijon, the Palais des Ducs and the Musée des Beaux-Arts

Portrait de Jeanne de Montaigu (Maître de Saint-Jean-de-Luze)

The longer we stayed in Dijon the more it appealed to us. With a little over 150,000 residents, the commune is more happening than the mostly rural villages that we had passed as we traveled along the Canal de Bourgogne. Between the restaurants, the wine, and the tourist attractions, there was motivation to linger past our penciled in departure day.

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Canal de Bourgogne: Entering Dijon

Wanderlust pauses for lunch inside a lock on the way to Dijon.

As we neared the port in Dijon we moved Wanderlust into one of the last locks of the day. Looking up we noticed a “slight” problem just ahead: There was no water in the pound below the lock. Without water, Wanderlust was not going to continue wandering. Continue reading

Canal de Bourgogne: Fleurey-sur-Ouche to Dijon

Place de la Libération, Dijon

Continuing on from Fleurey-sur-Ouche Wanderlust’s next stop was Dijon. Though we debated stopping in between it seemed that the pull of the biggest city on route was too much to ignore. Continue reading

Canal de Bourgogne: La Brussiere-sur-Ouche to Fleurey-sur-Ouche

The Burgundy Canal

Leaving the port de plaisance in Pont d’Ouche, Wanderlust continued on her way towards the River Saone. Our guides and the lockkeepers suggested a stop in Fleurey-sur-Ouche. When we arrived, we could see that Fleurey was indeed popular. In fact it was so popular we had trouble finding a workable spot for the night at the bank. In the end, as it usually happens, we worked out something.

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Canal de Bourgogne: Pont d’Ouche to la Brussiere-sur-Ouche

Wanderlust in la Bussière

In our opinion the most attractive segments of the Canal de Bourgogne bracket the waterway’s summit pond. It is not unusual for canals to wind and climb as they work their way to the highest point. Though the climbing or descending usually comes with numerous locks, the appeal of the hilly terrain rewards the work. And so it is on the Bourgogne. Continue reading

Canal de Bourgogne: Vandenesse-en-Auxois to Pont d’Ouche

A hotel barge pushes up the canal.

The stretch of the Canal de Bourgogne between Vandenesse-en-Auxois and Pont d’Ouche is prime hotel barge territory. Luxury barges work their way along the canal winding through the bucolic French countryside. The canal in this area is an antidote to the stresses of modern life for the customers who can afford the steep admission price. Continue reading

Canal de Bourgogne: Vandenesse-en-Auxois

The château in Châteauneuf-en-Auxois

On the far side of the Pouilly tunnel a quick sequence of locks took Wanderlust down from the summit pound of the Canal de Bourgogne to the village of Vandenesse-en-Auxois. With only 275 full-time residents and a seemingly equal number of flower boxes, Vandenesse is a typical small French village. Continue reading

Canal de Bourgogne: Pont Royal to Pouilly-en-Auxois

Mad Max meets the Canal de Bourgogne.

Mad Max meets the Canal de Bourgogne.

The port in Pont Royal is pleasant. Indeed we might have stayed another day if the restaurant was open. But it was August in France and the restaurateur was “en vacances,” as they say. If we wanted to stay longer we’d need to break out the emergency rations. Though we like the cassoulet we had stocked in the pantry well enough it is hard to want to subsist on canned food for days on end. Continue reading