9:30. I awake
9:38. I shower
10:00 I bike into town

Leslie and I write a note for the slugabeds and go in search of dish soap and sundries. After a bit of a wander we arrive at the marché. Lots of water, orangina, coke and fruit and we bike back.

Captain C casts off for the first 3 locks out of Montech while Bruce mans the aft rope and Zak sleeps. After 3 of 5 locks it’s lunch so the lock keepers call a halt.

We decide to have a lockside picnic in the shade. After it’s time to start up again. The sun is hot but the breeze is cool. The lock systems here are varied: sometimes they are controlled by a keeper, sometimes by twisting a rod in the middle of the canal, and sometimes a keeper scoots up and down between many different locks.

Today had some very beautiful locks. But no gnomes, nary a one. After passing through Castlesarrasin we traveled a few more kilometers before we crossing on an aqueduct that passed over the Garonne. Wild. 3 more locks brought us into Moissac where we tied up for the night. Carmen threatened Zak and I with couscous but we’ll see.

The Moet Chandon is tied up here. It is an English narrowboat that I am sure I was reading about on their blog. I’ll add the link later. It’s a beautiful boat.

Moissac port has wifi and some friendly English portmasters. Dinner was great although I will admit it’s the first time I’ve had enough garlic to literally burn my mouth. Carmen hated my 1,60 euro red wine: Vega Cristina Crianza 2006 – snob.

The wind has blown up and the temp cooled so all is good. Hopefully the rain will leave tout suit but we’ll walk anyway. I’ll probably post this early and catch up tomorrow. There is a market in the morning and we will like stay over here a day.

BTW Al, did you recognize the mysterious figure outside the Toulouse rail station?