We saw two boats heading in the opposite direction this morning, which our friendly travelling lock-keeper assured us was "many" and provided him with a logistical nightmare. Not wanting to disrupt to the poor chap's sleep patterns too severely, we once again decided that we would not travel terribly far, trying to delay our entry into Dijon as long as we possibly can.
It's not that we don't love the place, we do, but it is a city, and since leaving Paris almost two months ago we have enjoyed a good deal of, as they say in France, "places tranquil". By evening we had not much more than ten kilometres to travel, and it came as a bit of a shock to the system to be back in the 'burbs, moored next to a supermarket beside a driveway, under the arches of the railway line, with a freeway a few hundred metres beyond the trees.
We are about to suffer from a fairly serious dose of being back among humans, but never fear it will only last for as long as we choose to stay in Dijon.