Thursday, 7 October. The morning
was cool and overcast. There was a lecture on the silk industry in the lounge at
9:00. Jane went, but I decided to take a run on the sidewalk along the river
bank. I left at 9:30 and ran down the Rhone thinking I might be able to go as
far as the confluence with the Soane, but it was further than I thought. I
turned back after just over a mile and a half when the sidewalk turned inland
from the water's edge. I got back to the ship about 10:00, and it sailed for
Tournon at 11:00.
We passed through a 39-foot lock soon after, and I was surprised how fast the water lowered us. That was true of every lock we passed through. About 11:00 we sailed through Vienne, a city that rivals Lyon in its Roman ruins. Jane took a galley tour at 3:30 and saw a demonstration of how crepes were made. There was another port talk and a French lesson before the ship arrived in Tournon at 5:30. The Chateau of Tournon dominated the skyline of this little town (pop. 2000).
Every passenger on the ship was invited to a home-hosted dinner this evening. Our hosts started picking people up at 6:30, but it took quite a while. Although a few hosts lived within walking distance of the ship, most had to use their cars. Our host, Daniel, had a total of ten guests and had to make three trips to get all of us to his house. He and Joelle lived in Hermitage-Tain, across the river from Tournon. Daniel spoke fluent English and we managed to communicate with Joelle with a mixture of Italian, broken French, and gestures.
They served a wonderful meal including Lyonnaise potatoes and a delicious, hot, fruit tart that was baked while we ate the main course. Jane and I were in the middle group driven back to the ship and got there about 10:00. We had driven by the illuminated chateau on the way, and I walked a block back to it to take a picture of it.
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