Our escape from Metz went surprisingly smoothly and as we began our trek upriver we found ourselves discovering a sensation we hadn’t experienced in quite some time.
We were alone.
That sensation was to last all the way to lunchtime, when we stopped in a leafy and somewhat secluded mooring, to discover Joan and Peter lying in wait. One thing led to another as it often does, and by the time we’d returned from our post-luncheon stroll through the streets of Pagny-sur-Mozelle, we were to a person, in agreement that a small precautionary rest would be in order.
Post nap, another meeting was held, in which we unanimously decided that there would be little point in moving further on this day, and that since Peter had a perfectly good rabbit awaiting his culinary touch, we should join them for dinner. Not a late dinner we decided, no guitars, no singing or waving of flags, no dancing on the streets….. just a simple, quiet dinner after which we could slip silently away and get a good night’s sleep. And that’s exactly what happened.
After all, we don’t want to end up looking like some of the buildings in the village, do we?