Cuisery - the village of books. |
August 23 Friday – Back to the Saône for another 9km to the
La Seille River and another right turn to explore 39km of river and a couple of
towns that look interesting. Our first town was Cuisery, built high above the
flood plain. After a toast to Poseidon we walked down the river to an old mill
(wasn’t photogenic) then up a trail to town. It’s getting late so we take a few
photos of l’Eglise Notre Dame dating from the 16th century. Back
aboard it was time to break out the barbeque for dinner on the sun deck.
The next morning we walked back into town and after wandering
around town picked up info (in Anglais) for the town tour from the tourist
information office. We began with a treat from the boulangerie and a nice sit
in the shade. Cuisery is known as a book town. There is an entire street of
almost nothing but book stores AND the Gutenberg center, where we watched and
learned about the early days of printing. The gentleman that talked with us had
four of us come in about the same time. He was very fluent in French and German
but had to work a bit on describing things in English. Between the four of us
in our group (two young women that spoke French plus Joan and me, we were able
to all communicate with plenty of laughter and smiles at all of our attempts.
Our printing lesson - from hand setting type to inking (using the leather "inkers" in his hands. All shown on a Gutenburg era press |
Sunday – We knew that Louhans (our next destination and a major market town)
would be crowded as there is a weekly market each Monday. We decided to
leave Cuisery early in the morning to beat the crowd. The early morning cruise
was peaceful and the morning light amazing (we will repeat this early morning
stuff again). Our route passed châteaux, open agricultural land and even a
Bressen chicken farm, where the chickens ran wild in the fields. Arriving at
Louhans the dock was nearly empty (by dark that night, it was completely full)
our plan worked.
St. Pierre - with its varnished tile roof. |
Market day. We arose early, hit the
boulangerie for our morning croissants then off to see what this was all about.
The market stretched the entire length of the arcaded main street, then filled
the side streets and spilled over the main road for the livestock section.
There was everything from household goods to clothing, produce, cheeses,
butchers and fresh fruit to live chickens, turkeys, rabbits and even pet birds,
cats and dogs. With such a big layout you’d think there might be room to wander
– nope, the whole town was packed shoulder to shoulder with people shopping.
Spent the afternoon aboard Juniper relaxing and reading.
Shopping for anything you might need |
Mirabelles - mini plums. We bought a kilogram and feasted on them for days. |
Chickens - buy them for pets, laying eggs, or dinner tonight. Your choice. |
The early start was pretty going up – let’s try it going down. Another beautiful morning of cruising back to Cuisery where we got on our bikes to search for the elusive château we had seen the towers of going upstream. A fair amount of riding got us right next to the château, but unable to through the wall and vegetation that surrounded it – still nothing but the six towers we were able to see.
Our trip up and back on the Seille was an area with no
éclusiers – we had to do all the work in the écluse. We would stop at the
pontoon (floating dock) before the écluse and Joan would hike up to the écluse.
If the last boat through was going the same direction as us she would have to
close the doors, close the valves, open the valves on the other end to bring
the water to the level we needed, then open the gates again by hand to let
Juniper and I in. Then close the gates, open the valves to take us up or down
and finally open the gates again to let us out.
Mill next to the écluse gate Joan was closing |
Château de Loisy, Just below the écluse. Beautiful early mornings |
The next morning - you guessed it, another early departure (we’d heard Chalon-sur-Saône
was always overcrowded and we wanted a spot for sure. We arrived to a nearly
empty dock yet again – and again that didn’t last long.