The canal journey, if you are a cute and sweet little sailboat, it is above all a star-filled crowd bath! Surprising for its riders, who will end up thinking they are the Queens of England by dint of greeting the crowd, but it is less funny when you come from the depths of your first ascending locks and you realize once the water has reached the top that the slightest clumsiness is recorded in all memories and all smartphones 😍
After a year and a half without losing sight of each other on a tiny sailboat, you're telling us this??
What a strange feeling to see your own boat drift away without you...
Calm down, Sweety's proud crew, there are 138 locks to pass through to the Atlantic, you'll soon get used to it! In a way, that's also 138 times for meeting again!!
Hell yes !!! You guessed it! Here is our atrocious, mutilating decision! Fortunately, it will be short-lived and Sweety will soon find her wings again! New adventures full of tides, currents, ocean waves and "galettes de sarazin avec sa bolée de cidre" await us (we go there mainly for the food) but for now: pot pot pot pot.
