We have left the Seine and are now on the Yonne River. The Yonne is smaller than the Seine, but the easiest way to tell we are on a new liquid highway is the locks. The locks on the Yonne have slopped sides and are absolutely miserable to use. We enter the lock. Throw a line to the lock keeper, and he places it on a bollard. I’m not sure why we bother, as the line remains completely ...
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