We left Limay for a jaunt down the Seine to Vernon. I mean, we had to get away as the local council had decided to dig the road up for a new gas supply line right beside our moorings. The workmen were great but the noise was frightful! Actually, we spent some time watching the foreman digging a trench with a Caterpillar digger – big piece of kit – and handling it as if it were a knife and fork. Hence the photo – couldn’t resist it!
So we set off on a grey day for what turned out to be a rather boring 4½ hours of uneventful cruising down a rather quiet Seine. We stopped for lunch at a disused lock an hour or so from Vernon and speculated as to what you do to a river when you remove a lock (and weir presumably) entirely – do you lower the river level above or raise the level below? Although neither looked feasible we decided on the latter. It made an interesting place to stop with road, rail and water transport all side by side within 35 metres.
We arrived at Vernon in drizzle and moored in front of a 110 metre river cruise liner ‘Bizet’. When the weather improved we had a lightning-fast walk round the town. Vernon is excellent: ancient unspoilt timber-framed buildings in original 16th century streets and even the more modern town centre was not too bad.
We even managed to have drinks outside on the back deck before the chill wind and a pair of entwined youngsters on the quay drove us indoors for supper. I ask you, they were there for two hours canoodling away while we tried to have a civilised few minutes in the brief sunshine! (One of our fellow DBA members says that the exceptionally high-pitched electronic sounder used to deter teenagers from outside late-night-opening shops works on boats too, but we reckon Wagner would do just as well!)
The following day dawned bright and rainy (there’s a change) and we did our sums and realised that if we went further down the Seine we would be really pushed to get back in time for Rob and Kerry’s visit. So as it was raining yet again and the only internet café in town was closed for a week we decided to start retracing our steps towards Paris.
The evening saw us back again at Limay, after a tedious day plugging against the river, where we were able to catch up with our emails yet again on the tennis court wifi and have a quick drink outside in a 5 minute sunny internal before retiring indoors to watch the torrential rain for the rest of the evening! (Alex – I don’t have any sort of hang-up about the weather or anything. I just want to know why it rains wherever I go??? Answers on a postcard …)
Mantes-la-Jolie is quite a nice town, though without much history apart from its massive church, the Collegiale Notre Dame (not sure of the exact meaning in this context of collegiale, as the word isn’t in our French dictionary) but to be fair, and judging by photographs we have seen of the devastation wrought during the war, most of its history was wiped out during that period. Much of the town has been rebuilt to resemble what was lost, but clearly ancient churches, towers etc. can’t be replaced. The massive riverside fortifications which would have been really something, were, however, demolished in about 1640, a bit before World War II, as presumably at the time they seemed rather passé!
Our moorings are opposite the Mantes Parc des Expositions where events are held – a bit like a small Great Yorkshire Showground, and in part of the area is a conference and banqueting centre. When we were here a week ago, a cacophonous blaring of car horns announced the imminent arrival at the reception of a wedding convoy, including of course the bride and groom. Today, we were treated to this again and although noisy, it’s actually really nice to hear the sheer exuberance which accompanies such happy events here.
On the opposite side of the river, Limay is, on the other hand a rather down-market town with very little to recommend it other than the moorings which are pleasant and seem not to attract the undesirables, unlike Meulan.
So it’s back to Pontoise to meet up with Rob and Kerry next week and then onward to Paris in earnest.
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