Our next overnight stop was in Gissey-sur-Ouche. (Remember, almost every town along the Ouche River ends with “…-sur-Ouche.”) It was a “wild mooring.” Unless otherwise posted, you are allowed to moor anywhere along the canals in France. Simply hammer in stakes and tie up. The only rules are ropes can’t cross the towpath or be tied to trees. Wild moorings can be idyllic – although there is no borne with electricity to plug into nor a tap to provide water. I guess the one below should be called “semi-wild” as there are steel bollards to tie up to. Much easier than hammering in our massive, steel stakes.
Across the canal from us, a lavoir. A community laundry-room built in 1846. No coins needed.
Judging from the cars in the lot, it’s a popular spot.
Nope. It’s empty. We’ve seen them in many towns. Well maintained and kept for nothing other than their heritage.
After 175 years, the water is still flowing.
The bridge that spans the Ouche River in Gissey-sur-Ouche (Population 350).
Built in 1680, it still carries cars, trucks, and pedestrians.
It makes one wonder why it can last more than 340 years (with no sign of it giving up now) and Montreal’s multi-million dollar Champlain Bridge could barely last 50 years.
History is everywhere. I have no idea when this moss-covered wall was built – or why. But it is still standing.
Aleau on the other side of the Ouche – about to set off for the most incredible lunch.
