National Geographic : 1964 Aug
Sailing a wildflower sea, Yankee appears marooned in the fertile valley of the Saone. Summer's blossoms near Corre cover the countryside like a living carpet. From this drive-in florist shop, crew and guests needed only to lean over the ship's side to pick blooms for the table. Bouquet says welcome to Yankee visitors as they cruise southward toward Marseille by way of the Bourgogne Canal. Shy little Christine Raley, encouraged by her aunt, presents the flowers. read a plan for modernizing its heating sys tem, if sufficient money could be raised. Drift ing down from the high cathedral tower of Notre Dame came the sound of the little me chanical figures striking the hour with their hammers as they had been doing for nearly six centuries. While I absorbed a sense of Burgundy's past, I also shopped in the lively market in the shadow of the cathedral. My taxi was loaded with the produce of the fertile country side: mushrooms, watercress, and raspberries in addition to vegetables, meat, and milk. 194 Then I added Dijon's famous specialties: mustard and gingerbread. The canal from Dijon led us to Saint Jean de Losne, our turning point into the water way of the Saone River. From here it was a familiar run southward past Chalon sur Saone, Lyon, Aries, and the two old forts at Marseille, the end of our cruise. The end of a voyage is a time for reflection; this was no exception. We had seen much that attracts visitors by the thousands to Europe, I thought. But we had seen it with different eyes, in a different way.