Today was a lazy, relaxed day—a break from touring and endless walking. In the morning I headed off the boat to wander around town by myself. Curving back streets, with ancient doors and shutters, charmed me—they’re such a far cry from New York City. Little details caught my attention—doorknockers and handles, signs, rooflines, and windows. Huge rose bushes bloomed, their scent perfuming the air. After about an hour of walking, shops opened and I poked around, my mouth watering from the wafting smell coming from the boulangeries on every street.
After I returned to the boat, I found a great table at the bow. With a glass of rose and lunch, I read a book and admired the scenery as we cruised up the Saone River. We passed large numbers of swans, as well as egrets, magpies, and hawks. Cattle grazed by the river’s edge. It was a much-needed rest.
We’re now docked in Chalon Sur Saone. Tonight, we had the “special Chef’s dinner.” Many courses with wine pairings. Delicious, but way too much food.