- Lazy morning at the hotel, have to check out at 11am, not 12. Jeez. Bathroom leaks and all. Nice brekky, made off with some jam.
- Went over to the old town and visited the markets. Lots of vegies, meat, fish and charcuiterie available, also a lovely spice stand. Wanted to buy stuff but we were intimidated by not knowing the numbers and no checkout till to read. I bought croissants and garlic, Luke an old world tomato.
|Saturday morning markets near the church|
- There was a bloke busking by playing complicated classical music on a battered, tiny, portable piano. The people sipping coffee nearby listened but didn't seem to pay so we gave him a couple of coins. He was really good.
- Frustrated buying wine. The French need to adapt their AOC naming traditions to help out people who just want to buy one sort of wine. Plenty of Cahors black wine... but what if I feel like white? Especially since the day was really hot, 33 degrees. Opted for a cheap semillion, last minute. Couldn't find any kir flavouring.
- Rushed off to pick up the boat, sweating. Lady just asked for the voucher, pretty much handed it over without much fuss. Her brother gave a few lessons in steering and took us through the first lock. A bit scary but we did it.
- Our boat is blue, the "Petite Sirene", no upgrades for us, just a Triton 860, minimal bedding provided but the bunks are comfy enough. smells a bit, people have had dogs in it.
|Luke enjoying the first of many beers|
- Stopped for the night at a green dock sign, no-one else there. Discovered why - Oak trees drop acorns loudly on the roof. Decided to stay in spite of it.
|Swimming in my crocs. I love this photo.|
|Swimming off the edge of the boat|