The Nunnery: the Midi Canal: beautiful, part II

There have been requests for more of the beauty. But I have reservations. I would be saddened if any of my more sensitive readers were to O.D. on the beauty.

Beauty, as you know, has long been held by some to be a gateway drug leading to other even more insidious things, such as happiness, tranquility, and peace of mind. View responsibly.

You've been warned.

I have a confession to make.

That business about the three hour tour wasn't really true.

We were actually on the boat a lot longer than that

but it's hard to pass up a good Gilligan's Island reference.

Though now that I think about it, if this was Gilligan's Island ...

... and we maintained proper gender divisions ...

... First Mate L would be a composite of Mrs. Howell, Ginger, and Mary Anne ...

... and I would be a composite of Gilligan, Mr. Howell, the Skipper, and the Professor ...

... which is making so much sense to me right now it's scary.

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A rare photograph of the Captain on land:

The vineyard where we moored for our last night on the Canal:

beautiful:

Much too beautiful:

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Our sweet little ark:

An aqueduct, which, yes it's true ... beautiful:

One of the neverending vineyards:

beautiful:

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A lock filling up:

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A church we came across in a little harbor town:

A rose in iron:

A face in stone:

An otter in water:

Two Stellas on our table:

beautiful:

A bridge over the Midi Canal:

A view from the bridge:

A market one of the lockkeepers had set up. We bought espresso and cherries.

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There is a narrow path which runs the length of the Canal. On our second afternoon I rode the path on one of the bikes we rented.

There exists video footage of this bikeride. But there's been no internet for four days now. Getting online, even when not on a boat, has been patchy. I don't think posting video is gonna happen, but maybe you should check back later.

The path: