A passing barge at 7 a.m. woke us with its wake, throwing Saskia around rather dramatically. So we were away with Norman and Pat fairly punctually, admiring the flowers on the various bridges at Melun. They certainly employ someone who cares.
Mostly the Seine up here was pleasantly wooded, with rather large and expensive houses every so often. Many of these were half-timbered in the Tudor style, to our surprise.
At St Mammes, after a couple of locks that did not delay us, we found the fuel stop we had planned for, both with tanks half empty. It was a relief to fill up and know we have enough to get back to base. We tied up for lunch on a pontoon that was officially closed, and were somewhat taken aback by the sign on the wall:
Then it was on up river, the current quite noticeable, to Montereau, where the Yonne flows into the Seine. At this stage, in fact, the Yonne is larger than the Seine, which has caused some controversy regarding nomenclature over the years.
We are rafted up with Norman and Pat, since another visitor has moored rather selfishly, not leaving enough space for others. But there is electricity and water all included in the 10 euro nightly fee. Across the river we have this nice view:
And looking the other way, this more secular one:
Tomorrow we have several locks to negotiate, but hope to reach Sens, which may be worth a visit.
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