Back in Australia

We are now settled back in Australia living at our house in Islington (Newcastle NSW .. not upon Tyne). 

We still have our river house on the Hawkesbury River north of Sydney by one hour’s drive. And so we still have a boat, just five metres long, as our house sits on the edge of the Muogamarra Nature Reserve, at Milsons Passage, and can only be reached by water.


Our house on the river is a treasure:!



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Paris to Sydney

It’s been my aim to write an update to our blog for months and as we are now into September, Spring here in Australia, I realise I just have to do it!

The reason for our long gap in communication is the difficulty in writing about our non-boating journey since our last blog. Normally we would be talking about the wonderful waterways we’d explored. Instead we have to report on our extraordinary road and air journey from Paris back to Sydney.Map Paris to Heathrow

We were sent home to Australia (repatriated) by Stewart’s health insurance company (Allianz) because of another hiccup with MS. Everything had been going so well after the month-long spell in Cornwall where Stewart made a total recovery (to his previous state of health) thanks to the Marie Therese rehabilitation centre (at Hayle).

However, the day after brother and sister-in-law Ian and Pammie left us in Paris to return to Australia, Stewart found the MS had hit again and he couldn’t get out of bed. For those who know about MS this is sometimes called a relapse, or an attack or incident or episode. That’s MS for you .. we are yet to find any clearly defined term to describe what happens when a person with MS all of a sudden is presented with new and/or awful symptoms. In Stewart’s case it was loss of most muscle power. It wasn’t possible for him to move his fingers, arms, in fact the whole of his upper body which normally is strong was like the lower body, ie, not responsive.

We had our local doctor visit but all he could do was put Stewart on an extremely high dose of cortisone – so high our pharmacist kept repeating the question “but how much does he weigh, he must be huge”.  Perhaps this unusually high dosage was what led to Stewart seeing swirls of black ants on the ceiling, curtains and walls of the bedroom on board. We won’t dwell on the painful story of how for the next 10 days we coped on board Endellion until our health insurers (who have been professional and supportive throughout our ordeal) told us “you have to go to a hospital” which they then arranged.

The American Hospital, in the 17th arrondissement of Paris, was an interesting experience, a mix of good and almost negligent – perhaps a story for another time. It was from there that we had one of those “it only happens to us” (of course not true at all) experiences. Our insurers do this all the time, that is, repatriate their clients from anywhere in the world. For our two nurses, who flew over from Australia to escort Stewart home, it was quite a simple task from Paris to Sydney. These two major cities were equipped with every convenience to accommodate travellers whether sick or not – unlike some remote locations of Africa for example from where they’d had to repatriate in the past.

The biggest challenge for the insurers was finding a suitable flight. Allianz suggested and booked Malaysia Air but when we reminded them that if Stewart was to use their seats the arms would have to be able to lift up or be removed for the transfer into and out of it. Malaysia Air seats didn’t have this functionality which meant a further week’s delay and switching to Qantas.

When we asked the nurses (Melinda and Czarina) who had just arrived from Australia what details they had for our journey the next day from Paris to London (given Qantas don’t fly from Paris) they said “none”. They knew as much as we did! Through the previous weeks of discussion about repatriation we had suggested Eurostar, the quickest and smoothest commute, and at one stage this was considered by the Allianz local French agents.  By whatever means, we were told, we would be setting off from the hospital at 11.00am the following day by ambulance.

So .. with our two nurses we were ready for our forced departure from gorgeous Paris. Stewart had been resident at the American Hospital for more than three weeks, after 10 days on board Endellion unable to move. He’d made a good recovery but was still unable to make transfers unaided, and in extremely good spirits (as always).

The ambulance driver (Lucien) and his side-kick arrived and told us for certain we were not using Eurostar which therefore meant a minimum nine-hour journey to Heathrow airport via Calais. Lucien paced around getting anxious like us about whether we were using the train or the ferry to cross the channel. Meanwhile a taxi driver also arrived, ready to take Stewart’s power wheelchair and all the bags, plus one passenger. Lucien had the phone to his ear for the following half-hour while we waited to know our means of transport from Calais: rail or ferry.  No-one seemed sure whether there would be space on the ferry, and the train system apparently was closed due to a disruption within the ‘chunnel’. By now we all realised this was the day the Tour de France (which this year started in Leeds) left Britain for France! Lucien didn’t want the task of finding a hotel for a man on a stretcher and his entourage, and perhaps no flight for days. The sensible option was to stay on at the American Hospital while we waited for news about the method of crossing the channel.

Dramatically and suddenly Lucien (we’re not sure why he was in control) started shouting in French. Someone at the end of his phone had confirmed there should be space for the ambulance and taxi on board the ferry and with no communication to the rest of us he charged out of the hospital with Stewart in his stretcher on wheels.  A big complaint of every stretcher bearer in Paris (and Stewart had experienced many this year) is “il est trop grand” .. he is too tall. Yes, 188 cm (6’ 2”) is long when laid out on a French stretcher. His feet hang way over the end of it and so get “in the way” banging on walls as they make turns, or catching in equipment standing in corridors, and so on! The stretcher handlers always seem to blame Stewart, he’s just too tall.

At this point, before we’d set off in the ambulance, the taxi driver (recruited it seemed by the ambulance company) said he couldn’t go beyond Calais. How was this to work, we asked within our group of travellers. When the taxi stops at Calais, the taxi driver proposed, he could help get the power wheelchair and suit cases onto the ferry and from Dover we could get another taxi. No .. we travellers agreed, this was not going to work. In the background of conversations Lucien and he came to some sort of agreement (after which they appeared to hate each other) and luckily for us the taxi driver stuck like a limpet to the stern end of the ambulance.

From leaving the hospital, with lights flashing and siren blaring (to get through the thick traffic as it came and went), it was touch and go we’d make it to Heathrow airport in time for the flight that night.

It took the expected nine hours, despite often reaching 160 kilometres per hour on the various sections of motorway in France on the right-hand side of the road. We exited the ferry at Dover under escort of the port authorities, and continued the frantic race to the airport now on the left-hand side of the road. The poor taxi driver was excellent, sticking to the rear of the ambulance throughout, but having no idea how he was going to get back to Paris! Where was he to stay, how was he going to eat .. he had not come prepared to be in the UK.

We are happy to say we arrived in time to meet the Qantas flight which was about to board as we pulled up, lights flashing. The flight was excellent, the cabin crew and our nurses, Melinda and Czarina, were wonderful. Special arrangements had been made for Stewart to stay on board at the stopover in Dubai, and there was a wheelchair taxi ready to take Stewart from the airport (with the nurses) to the Royal North Shore Hospital (RNSH). I was told there was no room for me so I headed off to the hotel adjacent to the hospital with the bags and settled in.

Stewart spent a month at the RNSH followed by two weeks in rehab at Metro Rehab in Petersham.  We’ve been under one roof now for the past few weeks, quite a novelty. Stewart continues to gain strength, he works very hard with his physiotherapist and we have plans for a return to Paris next year – Spring in Paris.

Sydney Harbour (the opera house beneath the bridge) viewed from Blues Point. Our apartment is to the right of the right-hand pylon of the bridge. Barangaroo development is to the right on the shoreline.

Sydney Harbour (the opera house beneath the bridge) viewed from Blues Point. Our apartment is to the right of the right-hand pylon of the bridge. Barangaroo development is to the right on the shoreline.

Here in Sydney, it was the first day of Spring a few days ago. We don’t have to remind ourselves what a lucky life we have .. we just look out of the window. Straight ahead we watch the busy harbour and stare at the massive structure of the harbour bridge with trains and cars of commuters streaming along it. To the right we have the gleaming white sails of the opera house, and to the left beneath (looking west) we see the ever-changing development of Barangaroo headland park (a controversial development here in Sydney – more here). However, we also miss Paris, our friends there and home from home aboard ‘Endellion’.

PS: In answer to Carolyn and John’s question, “but what happened to the taxi driver”.. we have to report, we don’t know. However, the lovely and thinking senior nurse, Melinda, had provided a generous financial donation towards his overnight accommodation and welfare.

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Vibrant Paris

We’re still here in vibrant Paris as spring heads cautiously into summer.

For the first time since our barging days commenced in 2008 we are sitting around on board going nowhere when the weather is warm, the waterways are inviting and most of our friends and neighbours have already departed for their seasonal joys.

The past few months, since our last blog, have been erratic with health and events outside of our control. But, the Port de l’Arsenal, despite expecting us to have left by early April, have juggled our mooring position and continue to look after us.

In March we visited Cornwall to spend time with my family when Stewart became ill and ended up spending a month in hospital, the latter part in the totally excellent Marie Therese rehabilitation centre in Hayle (west Cornwall). During his recovery period we could be tourists in our hire van, visiting St Ives, Falmouth, St Just and the fabulously diverse countryside of the far west of the British Isles.

Google map showing our travels in the far west of Cornwall.

Google map showing our travels in the far west of Cornwall.

It was also a sad but vital time to be with our Cornish family and friends.

Later I returned to the west-country (Stewart managed perfectly here in Paris) to be with my ‘little’ brother Jonney and separately (as they run a pub and can rarely be away together) with his wife, my dear friend Felicity. We chose to stay in the west of Britain, in Devon and Somerset starting on the south coast at Dartmouth.  We needed rest and solace after our remarkable and adored mother, Joan Hawkey, passed away the month before. We took long and brisk walks over the hills of the south coast of Devon and up onto Dartmoor , then across to the north coast where we drove along the cliff-hugging toll roads around our base at Porlock (also view the webcam at Porlock Weir). It was a treasured time together.

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In the past week, here in Paris, we have enjoyed time with Stewart’s brother Ian and sister-in-law Pammie who stayed on board a few nights before heading off to the Burgundy countryside to investigate farming in that part of France. With a large sheep and cattle farm in Australia (near Goulburn), and taking the first overseas holiday in more than 25 years, Ian can’t be too many days out of touch with farming, it seems.

However, he coped with the tiny bunk room on board Endellion – and what better place to be, if you have to be in a city, than here in the heart of Paris? We’ve relished a BBQ on our stern deck, the low-key cafe life of the Bastille area (11th, 12th, 3rd and 4th arrondissements), and visited a few of our favourite haunts together.

Ian, Pam and our friend Anik.

Ian, Pam and our friend Anik.

Meanwhile, we keep attuned to the travels of our friends and fellow boaters by reading their regular communication, reliving our journeys on the same waterways, such as the blog from Guy and Marlene, Le Chat Lune, who left Toul a few days ago having arrived via la Meuse. They should be crossing paths right now with Kay and Josh on board Peridot who have just left Nancy and are heading for the canal des Vosges. Judy and Charles on board Anna Maria report in regularly as they head north for the Netherlands. Sue and Ulick on board Quercy have disconnected from us (they were moored to our side for the winter) and departed heading south for the Burgundy canal and St John de Losne.  Anna on board Isabelle tells us she will be heading to Meaux along La Marne by the end of June. And the rest of us long-term port de l’Arsenal boaters will probably slowly trickle off to La Villette, around six kilometres away, up the canal St Martin.

Our plans are still on track to return to Australia for six months (at least) from October .. meanwhile we are looking forward to a summer in Paris, or nearby.

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Paris: signs of spring

We’ve had a mild winter and all around us in the port (de l’Arsenal) here in Paris we are seeing signs of spring: daffodils popping their yellow heads, cherry blossom in brilliant pink, the catkins (lambs tails) have been waving beside us in the park for many weeks. It’s been a very mild winter and hopefully it’s now too late for a big cold snap.


During this pleasant spell Stewart has revisited one of his loves, cooking Sri Lankan curries and below he tells how this all came about and shares some of his recipes.

I was introduced to Sri Lankan cooking 40 years back in of all places Rockhampton, Queensland.  “Rockie” calls itself Australia’s beef capital and along with all the wheat, cotton, sorghum, coal and pineapples, our beef cattle out on its hinterland it sure is.

I was sent up there to be the reporter for the ABC’s Rural Department in around 1974.  I had to fill a 20 minute “Country Breakfast Session” broadcast live at 6.30am, five days a week.  The CSIRO’s research tropical cattle station was always a fertile source of stories and boasted one of the first computer aided research projects; operated by a very gentle Englishman called Joe. Joe had served in the British Army in Sri Lanka – though he hardly looked or sounded like a soldier.  Away from his office he wore a sarong and hosted sumptuous curry lunches in his caravan, where we all sat around the spread on cushions on the floor and wolfed down his creations with our right hands. 

Largely thanks to the interest Joe had kindled, around 30 years ago I did a trip to Sri Lanka and learnt more of the culture and of the secrets of cooking, their style. One of the main differences between Sri Lankan cuisine and Indian or Pakistani, is that on the Tear Drop Isle each spice must be individually toasted before grinding and combined into a powder that smells so intoxicating it’s hard to believe it’s legal.

Charles, Judy and Stewart.

Charles, Judy and Stewart.

Our Australian friends and neighbours here in the port, Charles and Judy, are also big fans of Asian foods, their Thai dishes are superb, so I set to and over two days cooked up five dishes for a curry evening:

  1. Beef Curry
  2. Lentils
  3. Pumpkin Curry; spices and coconut
  4. White Fish Curry
  5. Poppadoms, chutney, naan bread

The first step was to top up our supplies of all those spices.  That meant a short trip over to Paris’s Indian precinct around the Gare du Nord, where the smells of spices, the clothing, language and things for sale in the shop windows makes it hard to believe you are still in the middle of Paris France, rather than say Chennai or Colombo.


The key to my recipes is Charmaine’s Ceylonese curry powder mix, which I’d made following her instructions:


 In Sri Lankan (Ceylonese) cooking, one of the main characteristics is that the spices are dark-roasted. This gives them an aroma completely different from Indian curries. So, if you want the quick method be sure to use curry powder that is labelled ‘Ceylon curry powder’. If you cannot buy it ready-made, here is the simple recipe I use.

165 g (1 cup) coriander seeds

60 g (½ cup) cumin seeds

1 tablespoon fennel seeds

1 teaspoon fenugreek seeds

5 cm cinnamon stick

1 teaspoon whole cloves

1 teaspoon cardamom seeds

2 tablespoons dried curry leaves

2 teaspoons chilli powder (optional)

2 tablespoons rice flour (optional)

In a dry frying pan over low heat, individually roast the coriander seeds, cumin seeds, fennel seeds and fenugreek seeds, stirring constantly until each one becomes a fairly dark brown — do not let them burn. Place the roasted spices into an electric spice grinder or use a mortar and pestle. Break the cinnamon stick into small pieces and grind with the cloves, cardamom and curry leaves until you have a fine powder. Add the chilli powder and rice flour (if using). Store in an airtight jar for up to three months.


It was agreed on the night that the favourite dish was the fish. I was guided by Charmaine Solomon’s  “The Complete Asian Cookbook” which I’d downloaded onto my laptop as a Kindle book for $11.00, much cheaper and lighter than the big heavy tome we have back in Sydney.  Below is the recipe, though I added a couple of teaspoons of brown sugar (as we had no palm sugar) which really topped it off. 

Fish white curry


500 g skinless, boneless firm white fish fillets

½ teaspoon ground turmeric

1 teaspoon salt  (left this out)

1 teaspoon fenugreek seeds

1 onion, thinly sliced

2 garlic cloves, finely chopped

8 curry leaves

375 ml (1 ½ cups) thin coconut milk

125 ml (½ cup) thick coconut milk

Lemon juice, to taste

Wipe the fish with damp paper towel. Rub each fish fillet with turmeric and ½ teaspoon of the salt. Soak the fenugreek seeds in 60 ml (¼ cup) water for 30 minutes. Put the fenugreek seeds into a saucepan with the onion, garlic, curry leaves, thin coconut milk and the remaining salt. Simmer gently until the onion has softened, stirring well. Add the fish and simmer for a further 10 minutes, then add the thick coconut milk and cook for a few minutes longer. Remove from the heat and add the lemon juice, to taste. Serve with rice and sambols.

Solomon, Charmaine (2011-11-01). The  Complete Asian Cookbook (Kindle Locations 3835-3848). Hardie Grant Books. Kindle Edition.


We now have a supply of Stewart’s special Sri Lankan Curry Powder (prepared on board to the above recipe) and any day now he will be pulling out the pans and cooking up another treat (I’m thinking lamb .. mmmm). Although, with spring so present it might not be too long before all we want is salad!

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Paris – London – New York – New Zealand – Australia and back

We’re now very happily back in Paris after our mad dash around the world, not easy especially with a wheelchair .. or two.

Using every form of transport available to a wheelchair user we started from Paris with the manual wheelchair (the service people in France were unable to repair Stewart’s fabulous Invacare GTX SR) using the excellent Eurostar train to London. Then we took Virgin Atlantic to New York for three nights where we collected Stewart’s ‘new’ (second-hand) power wheelchair. On again with the two chairs using Air New Zealand from New York via LA to Auckland. During our five-day stay we took a light plane north to the Bay of Islands and then taxi from there to Kaipara Harbour (over 100 kilometres back south west)  and from there another taxi into Auckland (100 plus kilometres south east).

The Google map to right shows our route and most destinations.

Meanwhile Stewart’s new power chair was sent to Christchurch for modification so he was back in the manual chair. Just to mix it up from Auckland, still with the manual chair, we flew with Emirates to Sydney where we collected a hired power chair and used the Murray’s bus (only recently made wheelchair accessible) to Canberra for just over a week. Then we took the country train to Goulburn for four days and on again with the same train service to Sydney. At every connection we had to use taxis given the amount of bags we had with us as well as, at times, two wheelchairs. Never again .. we both said.

So, in keeping with the mood of our rushed tour, here are some of the highlights as we remember them!

The highlights:

New York

In amongst the rather depressingly dark, sun-starved streets we found a brilliant event, Twelfth Night with Mark Rylance and Steven King. Great entertainment, from watching them dress on stage to the brilliant all-men cast (just like in Shakespeare’s day), we loved it. Also a short but high quality visit to the Museum of Modern Art (MoMA) and seeing some of the works from our favourite artists.

New Zealand

We were lucky to find Mohummad, our taxi driver, because he was kind enough to look after our new power chair to be collected by a Christchurch-based company to modify the wheels (softer, bigger tyres). He made sure it was collected after we’d left for Sydney, and had the modified chair for us when we arrived back in Auckland, thank goodness.

From Auckland we took a light plane (interesting for Stewart and his manual wheelchair) north to KeriKeri, Bay of Islands, where we toured the very old haunts of Stewart’s ancestors on his mum’s side, the Shepherds. We had a great night out with Ken and Rhonda Blakie, fellow European waterways boaters who sold their barge last year and have ‘retired’ nearby.

Returned to Auckland via Kaipara Harbour where friend Sam Hunt lives, using another excellent taxi service owned by Alec. Sam told us we had to stay at his local ‘pub’ a totally charming, small B&B, Matakohe House, a great find (thanks Sam); it’s owners Alex and Lyn are the best hosts imaginable, great food and enormously caring.


The Capital of Australia, and where Stewart was born and his mum Jean lives. The focus of our trip this year was all about family, spending time with Jean, Uncle Bob and Aunty Roma was at last the treat we were waiting for.  With Jean we enjoyed discovering in Canberra one of Jamie Oliver’s Italian restaurants, which had opened the day we arrived – his chain is certainly expanding rapidly.

It was a longish stay in Canberra and luckily we found one of the best hotels we’d ever experienced, Mercure Canberra, which opened in 1927 (as Hotel Ainslie) and keeps much of its original architecture (beautifully low-rise) and rightfully is classified by the National Trust. Incredibly, when we asked for the bed to be a little higher, first they placed an extra mattress beneath but this made it a little too high. No problem, they searched around and found longer legged casters and changed them all. The result was a bed at the perfect height. The bathroom also was a unique experience complying fully with the international access standards. We ask, why can’t other hotels around the world achieve this?


A train trip of less than 100 kilometres towards Sydney took us to Goulburn, and around 20 kilometres from town back along Lake Bathurst Road is Stewart’s brother’s family property, Connen Hill. Here we could enjoy our most relaxed and happy time with family. Again the bathroom and bedroom were the easiest to manage.

Surry Hills (Sydney)

Our final destination in Australia was our home city of Sydney.

Far right: Ruairidh MacLennan of MacLennan and fellow pipers of the Sydney branch of the Clan MacLennan.

Far right: Ruairidh MacLennan of MacLennan and fellow pipers of the Sydney branch of the Clan MacLennan.

Since our apartment has a happy tenant and we were to stay only 10 days, we booked into the Sebel Surry Hills. Not a pleasant hotel, but the Surry Hills area is probably the most vibrant and interesting area of Sydney these days. It was the ideal base for the many gatherings with Sydney-based friends and family, finding an arty and interesting cafe or restaurant was easy. Also, using the modern and friendly library with free WiFi, window shopping and ambling the historic streets, to fill in between meetings, were thankfully excellent options to being within the hotel.

The family gatherings in Sydney included a special meeting of the Sydney members of the Clan MacLennan, with guest of honour Clan Chief Ruairidh and his fiancé Gillian, over from Dores near Inverness in Scotland.


Finally, after the long haul from Sydney returning on the same route we arrived once again in London, staying for two nights. The Victoria and Albert museum was a treat spending most of our time on Level 6, their recently reopened huge furniture gallery.  

Meeting with our friends Lesley (London) and Graham we revisited old haunts around Limehouse: A drink at the Narrow on the banks of the Thames, eating delicious Chinese further down river; Giggling over the antics of the London Black Cabs as one broke down before we could depart in it, the second didn’t have a ramp for us, finally we found one but it set the frequent challenge of getting into it. Some Black Cabs are too narrow for Stewart to place the wheels of the electric wheelchair without them being on the space where the ramp folds back after use. We therefore have to open the far-side door, drive the chair until the foot plate projects out of this door, fold the ramp back into the floor, and then reverse the chair so it is no longer projecting into the road and both doors can be closed.

Roddy Doyle's The Commitments - a bit of a disappointment.

Roddy Doyle’s The Commitments – our expectations were too high.

On our last night before ‘home’ in Paris, we were excited about the big show we’d built high expectations for, Roddy Doyle’s The Commitments at the Palace on Shaftesbury Avenue. Great venue, but we were disappointed with the show. We think we’d expected too much .. and by now we were more than ready for home.

As Stewart often says, in years gone by many Japanese tourists travelled with their cameras on whistle-stop tours and really didn’t have a ‘holiday’ until they got back home and experienced everything through their photographs. That’s a little like we feel about this trip to Australia and back, and we only have ourselves to blame!

We’re recovering well .. loving being back in one of our favourite places, Paris.

Happily moored at the Port de l'Arsenal, Christmas tree merrily saying "Happy Festive Season".

Happily moored at the Port de l’Arsenal, Christmas tree merrily saying “Happy Festive Season”.

Our Christmas tree and lights are up although it won’t be long and we will be travelling again. This time, by train only, to Cornwall and the Hawkey family Christmas celebrations. We will be staying in ONE hotel, inspected on our last visit to Cornwall, and so we know exactly what we will have to deal with!

We wish everyone a happy festive season .. and all the very best for 2014.

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Last year (2012) we passed along the fabulous Marne Valley, cutting through the geographic middle of the Champagne region, when everywhere was relaxed and often closed for business.  That was because it was late November. The grape harvest (vendanges) was successfully behind them, the pressing finished for the season and the proprietors were planning their skiing holidays!

Vendanges (grape harvest) at Charly and all along La Marne.

Vendanges (grape harvest) at Charly and all along La Marne.

This year the grape harvest was still ultra-active in the Marne Valley during early October as we passed through, and what a delight it was. Walking around the villages (Sillery, Damery, Dormans, Charly) we saw life ticking along at a much faster pace. The streets were full of tractors with trailers behind carrying crates of freshly picked grape clusters; there were queues to use the bins provided for the remains of the pressing; there was much hosing down of roads and yards where the juice had been flowing from the collection bins; white vans flew across bridges in the early hours of the morning full of what we’re not sure but probably tools of the trade. Whilst in fields the white vans were sitting dotting the hills, buses parked almost at random having delivered the pickers from the relatively nearby camping grounds. Every town and village had new temporary communities in their caravans, campervans and tents – they seemed to have popped up where last year there were none.

In the wonderful town of Damery we were surrounded by campsites but rarely saw the squads of workers who must have been there somewhere .. no doubt up in the vineyards spread around the hills.  Across the bridge from our mooring we found the restaurant Au Bateau Lavoir and headed there for an aperitif one evening. There was a concrete paved terrace surrounding it with empty tables and chairs which we had to wade our way through to find one big step into the restaurant. We thought we’d have to stay outside, but we’d been observed and a lady came out and said she had a ramp. This consisted of two sturdy sections of aluminium which she could lay down as a track up the step. So with a bit of a struggle and help from her and some fellow customers in we went.

Photo of the Au Bateau Lavoir business card, as delightful as it looks here.

Photo of the Au Bateau Lavoir business card, as delightful as it looks here.

Naturally we ordered a bottle of Champagne (choosing one from the vineyard of the Proprietor of the restaurant) and sat and enjoyed the ambience. Soon after a couple arrived and went up more steps to what looked like their restaurant section with many tables set for dinner. A local, standing at the bar with beer in hand, called out to Madame (we later found out this was Beatrice and the wife of the proprietor) who’d disappeared around the back,  “you have customers up there” (in French of course).  The newcomers were Americans and from their conversation with Beatrice we heard they weren’t sure which Champagne to order. Noting some language difficulties between them we invited them to taste a glass of ours. From then on, Ed and Carole spent the next few hours with us.

 Lesley, Carole, Janie, Ed and Stewart at Au Bateau Lavoir.

Lesley, Carole, Janie, Ed and Stewart at Au Bateau Lavoir.

In between times it seemed the pickers and other workers from the vineyards had returned, mostly sitting outside on the terrace looking rather jaded and in need of refreshment. One ordered a glass of something that was bright green .. a startlingly bright one. I asked Beatrice (in my French) what it was but she couldn’t understand me .. and pointed out that verre and vert (glass and green) are pronounced the same way .. but still she couldn’t understand me, until she realised I’d said boisson (drink) and not poisson (fish)! More work required in French language study.

Damery from Au Bateau Lavoir.

Damery from Au Bateau Lavoir.

We weren’t planning on eating at the Bateau Lavoir or staying out late into the dark. Stewart’s loan chair was not behaving:  It was difficult to manoeuvre and the batteries had no life so would become flat after only a few kilometres.  Our new friends, Ed and Carole, had also not intended staying long as they had to drive on roads unknown into Paris to their hotel. But none of us would have missed the fun of our meeting for the challenge of getting ‘home’. We heard via email that they made it safely (despite the unfamiliar roads) back to their hotel.

Endellion moored at Damery.

Endellion moored at Damery.

However, Stewart had a bigger challenge in the dark. First we had difficulty getting out of the pub on the two sections of ramp, then over the bridge with the wheelchair batteries beeping because they were almost flat, and finally there was just a tiny ledge, barely as wide as the chair along the water’s edge for Stewart to use to get to the pontoon and on board. We made it!

The following morning we bought six bottles of Champers from Beatrice: ‘Remy Payer’ selection Brut at 13.50 euros per bottle. When I asked her if she could recommend a taxi to take us to Hautvillers (the nearby village famous as the home of Dom Perignon and his Abbey) Beatrice said, “I will drive you”. What time she asked. And so at 11.00am we pottered across the bridge with Janie pushing the spare manual chair and Stewart in the power chair.

Beatrice driving us to Hautvilliers.

Beatrice driving us to Hautvilliers (Janie’s photo).

(Note: there were no wheelchair accessible taxis in this region, and in most of France, which would have enabled Stewart to stay in his chair, so the manual chair was essential as Stewart could transfer into the passenger seat and fold the manual one into the boot).  The power chair was left in her garage.

Beatrice didn’t just take us to our chosen destination; she took us on a guided tour first into the neighbouring riverside village of Cumiers – a place that we couldn’t stop at because the pontoon was not wheelchair accessible. We toured around the back of the village along the river bank to see the iron sculptures telling the story of the Champagne seasons. She took us past the tourist boat we’d seen running up and down the river with us these past four days or so .. Beatrice pausing to chat to the owner of the business as their cars passed window to window in the narrow roads.

Dom Perignon street signage at Hautvillers.

Dom Perignon street signage at Hautvillers.

Then on up the hill to Hautvillers with vineyards coming right down to us as we drove along. Beatrice pointed out “this is the end of our vines here, these on this side have been picked already,” etc. Finally she drove us to the spectacular view and around the village of Hautvillers to ensure we could see it all by car. She stopped, eventually, by the tourist office with a promise to collect us if we had any difficulty finding a taxi for the return trip.

Remote controlled aerial device for video making, at Hautvillers.

Remote controlled aerial device for video making, at Hautvillers.

The tourist office (with a rare helpful person) suggested we visit the Pressoir we’d passed with Beatrice in the car. To our surprise outside the pressing room there was a man operating a ‘drone’ as Janie called it, an unmanned aerial device, remote-controlled, with camera attached. A Korean man said hello and asked if we’d like to look inside. Yes, of course and how lovely of him (thinking he was a tourist like us). He told us the flying camera was making a video about his winery..  explaining that he and his brother were originally from Korea and had been adopted by a French family, this was their winery: Joseph Desruets.

Janie's photo of our group watching the aerial video camera

Janie’s photo of our group watching the aerial video camera

He stepped inside with us where there was an ancient press in action manually operated turning the grape clusters over and pulling them into the middle and gently presses them again – seven times a day on the hour. This old press, made of oak, was built in 1885. On the matter of statistics, during this frenzied period of pressing and bottling across the Champagne region they are producing   268,000,000 bottles generating around 4.4 billion euros – around 55 percent of it being consumed within France (from Comité Champagne, a trade organisation established by statute to manage the common interests of Growers and Champagne Houses).

We made it safely back to Au Bateau Lavoir via taxi where Beatrice was waiting outside with ramps down so we could once more enjoy the restaurant and say our thanks and farewells. We will definitely be back.

Another favourite place at Damery, having visited it last year, was Andre Goutorbe Champagne house where their new tasting room was open and as we entered, to be predicted (the Belgians are the fifth largest international consumers of Champagne), there was a table full of tasters from Belgium. We told them in English the story of their compatriots who last year bought 24 cases! No pressure we said.

We had several more delightful stops before we were almost at the end of the Champagne region and entering Brie country. We were happy with our stock of Champagne, sitting underneath Janie’s bed waiting to be shared during the ‘festive season’ back in Paris. We were almost exhausted with our growing knowledge of the art of Champagne making and drinking. If you too are interested in this amazing money-making engine we can recommend the Comité Champagne website:

Apparently the wine market for France, both its own consumption and exports, has been in decline – all except the market for Champagne and perhaps some of the elite brands of red and white (source Wikipedia: .

The last few days of our journey down the Marne into Brie country (and the lovely mustard of Meaux) were also, and as usual, packed with events.

Five varieties of Brie, purchased at Meaux.

Five varieties of Brie, purchased at Meaux, for our Brie taste-off.

Chiefly they related to the boat. With leaves now falling we had blockages in our engine water cooling system below the filter which meant dropping anchor in the very fast-flowing Marne to clean it out. Then when we went to pull the anchor up we found the winch wouldn’t work .. but later we managed to fix this problem ourselves. Hooray. We also had success repairing our windscreen wiper which misbehaved in our few days of consistent rain.

We are still using one of two loan power chairs we’ve had to use while the Invacare service technicians have been unable to repair Stewart’s own chair (dating back to before our visit to Reims six weeks ago). The solution: Stewart has purchased a new (e-Bay) model to collect in New York on our way through to Australia.

And now we have a slight problem with our black water (septic) tank which we are struggling to empty (through the mains system) due to an unidentified fault which no amount of expense, plumber, pump-out tanks or mechanics seem to be able to fix. But we’re holding out OK! And someone must be able to sort out such a basic system.. soon please!

We are now back in Paris and thinking about Australia and our journey to get there.

Today we are celebrating Stewart’s birthday with a little treat in store at a restaurant on the Ile Saint Louis. We will definitely be opening one or more of those bottles of Champagne, stored under Janie’s bed, before day’s end.

We will toast absent friends and family who couldn’t be here with us .. and look forward with great excitement to our time in warm and sunny Australia.

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Reims to Epernay: Champagne

We’re now in the Champagne capital of the world: Epernay. Hold on.. I think we’ve said that before.. Oh yes, in our last blog! Both Epernay and Reims claim to be at the heart of this marvel of marketing: The ‘Champagne’ region of France. In fact, we are now a few miles south of both heading down the river Marne.

PC Navigo map showing the route from Reims to Paris.

PC Navigo map showing the route from Reims to Paris.

We left Reims just over a week ago and have a short run of 238 and only 37 locks, a couple of tunnels and a swing bridge (rare in this region) into our winter port of l’Arsenal in Paris. From here (Damery) we know this stretch of water, having taken the same route last year in late November, but this year with the ‘vendanges’ (grape harvest) in full flight it’s a completely different experience. It’s buzzing with activity and excitement (more to come on this).

We loved Reims, some highlights:

  • The Cathedral and in particular for this visit (our second) the illumination of the spectacular western facade which brought the history of the cathedral to life, colouring the statues as they would have looked at their creation.

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  • The beautifully renovated classic art-nouveau covered market at Boulingrin and later the Pique-nique (picnic) beside it one night with our friends Phil and Caroline. We also loved the contemporary art exhibition taking place on the mezzanine level with works from local artist Armelle Blary.
  • Touring one of the great Caves of this Champagne city, Pommery: First with other friends from Australia, John and Lyn and then with Jonney and Felicity (Hawkey).
  • The Reims Port de Plaisance (marina) was excellent – despite works going on to improve the cycle and pedestrian ways (we love them), with main roads either side, but otherwise with high standards in a perfect location near the Cathedral.
  • Visiting the Surrender Museum (Musee de la Reddition) where  the German Third Reich officially surrendered to Allied forces in World War II. Last year we visited the Armistice Clearing, near Compiegne, the site of the 1918 Armistice with Germany that signaled the end of World War I.
  • Several lovely restaurants with our favourite which included music one special night: Le Cornichons near the covered markets.
  • A live music festival at the Forum, around the remains of the old Roman cryptoportique.

Epernay .. on the other hand .. we found a bit challenging. The Port de Plaisance has few moorings available, it’s on a steep slope down to the river making it difficult to handle the wheelchair, and the mooring is a bit rough. The clubhouse is charming and the showers and toilets immaculate, but we don’t use these having everything on board.

Then the town (of Epernay): a messy experience to get from our boat to the only well-maintained part of the city (it seemed to us), the Avenue de Champagne. Here is where Moët & Chandon, Perrier-Jouët and  Bollinger have their headquarters. But we had only two nights here (as opposed to almost a month in Reims) and on our second day were joined by our friend Janie, from Australia.

In town we visited a cafe in Avenue de Champagne for a glass of bubbly and the efficient hostess brought our half-bottle to the table and seemed to relish having to open it, ask us to taste it, and on approval pour it for us just like a top quality restaurant. It wasn’t expensive and it wasn’t Moët & Chandon which was right next door – I said “pas (not) Moët & Chandon”. Non, she said, much better, were her words (in French)! And the next day Janie took the Moët & Chandon wine tour and said it was one of the best guided tours she’d ever experienced.

In between these two competing Champagne cities we visited Sillery just 10 kilometres from Reims. Jonney and Felicity had travelled with us from Reims, and later collected the car. Very handy as we could visit the delightful Francois Seconde Champagne house and send them back with a dozen bottles of Champers and wine for Christmas coming up.  We’re planning on Christmas in Cornwall.

And then Tours (sur Marne) to revisit one of our favourites, the Auberge ‘La Touraine Champenoise’ where Sylvain and his mother (“the boss”) warmly welcomed us back.

Restaurant and Auberge ‘La Touraine Champenoise’ in Tours-sur-Marne.

Restaurant and Auberge ‘La Touraine Champenoise’ in Tours-sur-Marne.

This section of our journey has been the last of the ‘new’ waterways for the year – we are now heading back down the River Marne just as we did last year but a month earlier.

The hills around Mareuil (canal lateral a la Marne), just before Epernay - la  vendange (harvest) in full flight.

The hills around Mareuil (canal lateral a la Marne), just before Epernay – la vendange (harvest) in full flight.

This means we are catching the tail end of the grape harvesting. At the lock at Mareuil-sur-Ay the vineyards creep down the hill all the way to the lock-keepers house and this year we saw the fleet of grape-pickers busy at work. Almost too busy to take note of us, one of the few boats passing by at present, until one man finally stood and waved as I took photos.

The weather is warm, the Champagne excellent .. we toast the health of our friends and family.

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Strange but true: the King of Patagonia from Reims

We’re now in the Champagne capital of the world: Reims. This is the third major ‘R’ in our 2013 travels. We started with Roanne in the Loire region (232 kms south of Paris) arriving there in April. Then to Rouen (via Paris) in July going as far west as we are interested in going with Endellion (219 kms from  Paris) and now in September we’re here  in Reims only 86 kms north-east of Paris.

PC Navigo map: Roanne to Rouen to Reims.

PC Navigo map: Roanne to Rouen to Reims.

Our journey from Auvers here to Reims covered new waters for us from Choisy-au-Bac along the l’Aisne arriving just over a week ago. That section was around 110 kms, with 21 locks – more than we’d been used to for some time, since the Nivernais in fact. It was very quiet with many narrow and some windy stretches of water with greenery reaching out to us and changing colour every minute of the day. We were finally seeing signs of autumn and the grain silos were active at last with péniches on the water side, trucks on the road side and clouds of dust everywhere. The colours of the fields were a constant delight: everywhere shades of green and brown.

We had visited Reims before, by train from Paris, back in January 2012 when it was very cold and the fabulous interior of the Cathedral was even colder! But last week temperatures reached 30 degrees, almost too hot!

Locked gates to the now demolished chateau Grenouilles Vertes, Reims.

Locked gates to the now demolished chateau Grenouilles Vertes, Reims.

During a slightly milder day as we wandered along the towpath of the canal we came across a ‘curiosity’ which stopped us both in our tracks. It was a plaque attached to a tall ancient stone wall beside locked gates which read ‘Site du chateau des Grenouilles Vertes, demoli en 2001, residence d’Achille Laviarde (1841-1902) 2eme roi de Patagonie’.

Plaque relating the story of chateau Grenouilles Vertes, Reims.

Plaque at the site of the demolished chateau Grenouilles Vertes, Reims.

Translated this states the chateau Green Frogs was demolished at this site in 2001, it belonged to the second King of Patagonia.

We were intrigued. Was there really a King of Patagonia? If so, how come he was French? What was the ‘Chateau of Green Frogs’ and why was it demolished? What did the building look like? We had to find out more.

The usual finger search through Google came to the rescue. We found that in fact Patagonia (and neighbouring Araucania) had a king who was French. The Mapuche people lived in Araucania and Patagonia but in the mid-1800s their land and culture were aggressively under threat from the Chileans and Argentines. In the hope of retaining their land and culture they decided (or were persuaded) to create a constitutional monarchy expecting to gain European support for their cause.

D'Achille Laviarde, the second King of Patagonia who lived at the old chateau.

D’Achille Laviarde, the second King of Patagonia who lived at the old chateau.

The nominated and elected first King was a Frenchman named Orélie-Antoine de Tounens,  a ‘lawyer/adventurer’.  Some records state this constitutional monarchy was officially recognised by Spain, Britain, France, Peru and many other nations although today the disputed territory is ‘occupied by’ (is part of) the Republics of Chile and Argentina. Dispute continues through Phillipe Paul Alexandre Henry Boiry (Philippe I) the incumbent monarch (the sixth King) who assumed the throne in 1951.

Site and buildings of the now demolished Château des Grenouilles Vertes, Reims.

Site and buildings of the now demolished Château des Grenouilles Vertes, Reims.

We found a photo of the old chateau des Grenouilles Vertes (Green Frogs) which was bought in 1867 by King Gustave-Achille Laviarde, (Achille I). As the plaque stated d’Achille Laviarde was the second King of Araucania and Patagonia who reigned from 1878 until 1902 when he died without ever visiting his ‘Kingdom’. It seems some time after his death the chateau and grounds were used as a public garden and nursery named “Chalet des Rosiers.” And then, in 2001, the entire site was closed up and the chateau/chalet demolished.

That was a very interesting piece of trivia .. if you would like to know more visit this website:  .. or just get Googling!

However, more than trivia, one of the reasons this sign stopped us in our tracks was the connection to Patagonia, Stewart tells this story.

Both Lesley’s company Toshiba Australia and mine Garner MacLennan Design had provided support for the Museum of Contemporary Art in its early days.  So in around 1993 we were independently invited to a VIP preview of an exhibition focussed on old photographs of scantily clad Patagonians (quite possibly Mapuche Indians amongst them) who seemed to be struggling to survive in such a cold and inhospitable place.  What all this had to do with Contemporary Art, we weren’t sure then and still aren’t!

Never-the-less, then curator, Bernice Murphy enthusiastically escorted us and the rest of the group around expanding on the works.  All was going well until we got to a cabinet with a human skull inside which had an illuminated Perspex tube sticking out through its top.  Bernice explained this was the skull of one “Mad Red MacLennan” who had apparently been shot after going off the deep end attacking and killing a number of hapless Patagonians.

I must have asked for further details as glancing at my name tag, she suddenly realised I was a MacLennan.  Then she saw that there was a Lesley MacLennan there as well. “Oh what a coincidence” she remarked, quickly changing the subject and moving us all along.

Chief Ruairdh from his Facebook Page

Chief Ruairdh from his Facebook Page

Whether this actually was the head of a member of the clan MacLennan is open to speculation.

The Ancestry Boards website confirms there was an “Alexander MacLennan, known in Patagonia as the Red Pig due to his killing of natives. He died in Punta Arenas, Patagonia, in 1917, aged 45”, it says. However Alexander is said to be buried on the Black Isle near Inverness Scotland.  With or without his noggin we don’t know, but it will certainly give us something to talk about when we meet up again with clan chief Ruairdh MacLennan of MacLennan when he and we visit Sydney in November won’t it?

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Giverny to Auvers-sur-Oise, or Claude Monet to Vincent van Gogh

In just over a 100 kilometres of cruising and only three locks, we’d chugged up the Seine and then the Oise Rivers, we had travelled from one famous artist’s world to another.

Towns along the rivers Seine and Oise much loved by the Impressionists.

Towns along the rivers Seine and Oise much-loved by the Impressionists.

From tourist-jammed Giverny with all its wonderful flower gardens and lily ponds so central to the paintings of Claude Monet, to quiet, quaint little Auvers.

We were able to tie up on a floating pontoon at a mooring on the edge of town.

Accessible Auvers, but quite a steep ramp as you can see.

Accessible Auvers, but quite a steep ramp as you can see.

We soon set off on shore and what unforgettable experience it was for us to explore and retrace Vincent van Gogh’s time there.

The very useful walking guide to Auvers.

The very useful walking guide to Auvers.

It was the rustic shape of its buildings; the houses, town hall and church, together with the people of the time, and the countryside and the wheat-fields which had inspired him. In an explosion of creative energy Vincent produced no less than 77 unforgettable works of art created in just 70 days (listed here) followed by his tragic, self-inflicted death.

Despite van Gogh’s stature up near the very pinnacle of artists, Auvers (thankfully) lacked the crazy swarm of tourists of nearby Giverny. Small groups and couples like us followed numbered maps stopping at fifteen or twenty large signs displaying copies of the paintings created at these spots around the town and its outskirts.

Like so many others, we love his paintings. Over the last few years here in Europe we’ve had the opportunity to see many of them at the d’Orsay in Paris, the van Gogh Museum in Amsterdam and at several other exhibitions too.

As well as being a brilliant artist, he wrote the most wonderful and evocative letters, over 670 of them largely to his brother Theo.  The story of his life they tell is the centre of the book The Letters of Vincent van Gogh which I’d read along with others, adding further depth to our visit.

Some of the highlights:

1.    The Oise

Vincent Van Gogh - L'Oise. The Tate Gallery, London (but our photo of the sign!)

Vincent Van Gogh – L’Oise. The Tate Gallery, London (but our photo of the sign!)

We were moored right in the middle of this painting. The trees have of course all grown, but little else seemed to have changed.  In the book, Vincent van Gogh; Portrait of an Artist it tells of his first feelings of the place.  “Vincent described Auvers as “very beautiful, having among other things a lot of old thatched roofs.… It is real country, characteristic and picturesque.” The first day he set off down the long slope dotted with cottages to the Oise River to draw. The sky was filled with crows circling the wheat fields, and the pink-and-white almond trees were in bloom”.

2.    The Auberge Ravoux.

Our photo of a postcard of the Commerce de Vins restauraunt, 1890.

Our photo of a postcard of the Commerce de Vins restaurant, 1890.

Stewart outside the restaurant which is part of the Auberge Ravoux.

Stewart outside the restaurant which is part of the Auberge Ravoux.

Van Gogh apparently came to Auvers at the suggestion of Pissaro who lived nearby in Pontoise.  Vincent would have known that fellow artists Gauguin, Cézanne and Daubigny had enjoyed working there.  It was also home of course for Dr Gachet, who had a special interest in treating melancholia.  Vincent rented a room up on the top floor in the little inn where he died three months later.

Visitors can access the room from the back of the building.  Around at the front it’s still very much a traditional restaurant aimed at the broad market. Groups of what seemed to be locals as well as visitors. All arrived around 12:00 as we did.  The decor looked as if little had changed since the 1920s. The menu was good, but what could be called “unadventurous”.  Our host took the orders from us all without much banter and two young assistants then took over.  About an hour and a half later the patrons as one all started calling for the “l’addition s’il vous plait” and suddenly departed.  Still little dialogue from our host who had brought our bill along with a postcard with a photo of the Ravoux family.  Vincent had got on well with them had painted 3 portraits of their 13 year old daughter Adeline.

3.    The Town Hall.

The Town Hall at Auvers today.

The Town Hall at Auvers today.

Looking across the street behind the photographer and his camera, the family would have been looking straight at the hotel de ville, which then looked very much as now. So well captured on canvas. Though since Vincent’s time, the chain on the little fence in the foreground seems to have been stolen.

4.    The Church.

At the Auvers church painted by Van Gogh - one of the paintings we saw at d'Orsay in Paris.

At the Auvers church painted by Van Gogh – one of the paintings we saw at d’Orsay in Paris.

The Notre Dame Auvers is not far away.  What surprised us, comparing the painting on the sign with the actual building in front of us, was how Vincent had captured its colours, textures and dimensions so accurately while at the same time been able to make the church almost come alive on the canvas.

5.    Wheatfield with Crows.

Vincent Van Gogh's 'Wheat-Field-with-Crows', the original is at the Van Gogh museum in Amsterdam.

Vincent van Gogh’s ‘Wheat Field with Crows’, the original is at the Van Gogh museum in Amsterdam.

Few of van Gough’s paintings have created more comment or discussion than this, one of his great masterpieces. He painted many of wheat fields but this is generally agreed to be the best.  123 years later, there we stood in exactly the same field.  It had probably been created in a single day, a month or so earlier in the season.

The harvest had now been completed and the crows must have moved on.  But the green weeds along a rutted red dirt track still disappeared over the ridge. Some have mistakenly suggested this was his last painting, but it’s certainly one of his greatest.

Brilliant historian and TV presenter Simon Schama devotes a whole one hour documentary to it in his series “The Power of Art”.  He says – as only he can; “So what are we looking at with this painting? There’s suffocation, but elation too. The crows might be coming at us, but equally they might be flying away, demons gone as we immerse ourselves in the power of nature. It’s a massive wall of writhing brilliant paint, in which the colour itself seems to tremble and pulse and sway.” There is an extract from the film to download here.  We have the series on DVD and thoroughly recommend it.

6.    Auvers Cemetery

Vincent beside his younger brother Theo at the Auvers Cemetery.

Vincent beside his younger brother Theo at the Auvers Cemetery.

Vincent died up in his room in the Auberge Ravoux only a couple of weeks later.  What we hadn’t realized til our tour was how compacted the various locations there all were.  Vincent’s and his brother Theo’s graves are poignantly side by side in the Auvers’ graveyard.  It’s less than 100 metres from where he’d positioned his easel that day.  The book The Letters of Vincent van Gogh, tells the story;

Vincent was buried in Auvers, in the little cemetery behind a stately Gothic church he had painted. Artists, family, and friends gathered for the funeral. In his eulogy on the hill of the cemetery, with the blue sky and the wheat fields beyond, Dr. Gachet said through his tears, “He was an honest man and a great artist. He had only two goals, humanity and art.”

We also had a great side-trip whilst in Auvers. But rather than Vincent, the presentation in the Chateau Auvers concentrates mostly on telling the story of the other Impressionist artists using videos, photos, models and sound effects.

As a wheelchair user I could see it too and even scored a dedicated guide who took us around its three floors, through secret doors along dark passages and up and down lifts.

We’d learnt up ‘til their time picture painting was all done in doors in studios.  So as we’d spent so much time this year on the sections of the Seine and the Oise Rivers which had inspired those artists back then, it was the perfect way to end this part of our journey

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Go to the bottom of the class! Disability Unfriendly Giverny

If you haven’t read “Up the River Seine onto the River Oise” (just posted) then you might want to return to it to get the full story related to Stewart’s experience at Giverny, below.

We’d long been looking forward to visiting the home of famous Impressionist Claude Monet in the town of Giverny, to visit the wonderful garden and lily ponds he’d t captured so wonderfully in the series of paintings at the Orangerie in Paris.

I’m sorry to have to report it was one of the few very disappointing excursions we have done over here.

But what’s important in the telling of this, is that the town and the house could easily be made accessible to all.

Go there today and you will find steps outside just about very shop and restaurant as well as the area outside the tourist office.  I couldn’t even get in to the bookings office to buy our tickets.  Lesley had to go in and arrange for a guide to escort us across the busy road as the tunnel everyone else used was not built with wheelchair in mind.

Once we got in yes, the ponds were superb as were the flower beds in front of the artist’s house.  But nothing has been done to make it possible for people like me to enter his house – even to the ground floor.

All that’s needed is a standard platform lift just like the one we used when we went for lunch in the little hotel, Le Jardin des Plumes, on the outskirts of town.

It appeared at the Monet house no doors or walls would need to be altered.  So if Le Jardin des Plumes could do it, surely the Monet Foundation which gets hundreds if not thousands of visitors each day during the season, each paying €9.00 can.  The attitudes of the person at the Tourist Office said it all.

“I’m not a magician” she haughtily and unsympathetically replied when I complained.

Go to the bottom of the class I say.

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