As we cruised up the Saône, we came to the tiny town of Ray-sur-Saône.
It provided a lovely mooring spot. No shore power – but the charm of the place more than made up for that. We were joined by our friends Ross and Sandra onboard their Piper, Cleo.
There’s a magnificent château overlooking Ray-sur-Saône. And in town, the 17th century version of a laundromat.
History is visible everywhere in Ray-sur-Saône.
In Ray-sur-Saône, there are no stores. It is almost entirely residential.
There is a restaurant. No menu. No choice. You eat what is put in front of you.
The first night, it was a salad, paupiette de veal, white beans, followed by chocolate pudding with a macaron. It was very tasty. We made the right choice. Oh, right… We didn’t have one. €15 each for a three-course dinner including tax and tip! We ate onboard Aleau the next night – but Ross and Sandra went to Chez Yvette. They were served duck confit. Again, no choice. I have no idea how often you’d have to go before the same meal was served again. But it would be an interesting experiment.
While there was no shore power available in Ray-sur-Saône, we could take on water. We carry a long hose with us for just such occasions.
The sign in the background, the propeller with a red diagonal, warns not to go past the sign – it’s too shallow for any boat. We will have to make a U-turn and go back to the “Dérivation,” a short canal that detours around the shallow part of the Saône.