We made it to Besançon with our dead alternator and moored at the lovely Cité des Artes (That’s our little boat at the far end).
What was supposed to be an overnight stay turned into a weeklong soujourn while we waited for our new alternator and the mechanic. As it happened we could not have proceeded in any case because the river was so high that the locks up river were closed.
So, what else to do but enjoy the town? Tuba player on the dock, Ultraviolets – best cocktail in France – at Boheme, and the Museum of Fine Arts and Archeology.
Not to mention the heavy metal festival at the end of the dock,
where we also scored this awesome drinkware but forgot to bring bananas.
And we took advantage of Besançon’s great restaurants.
Then more Ultraviolets, because Boheme has some fantastic people watching.
Roberta had plenty of time for a visit to her favorite outlet store (twice).
And Jason stocked up on his new favorite apero snack.
We both agreed that Besaonçon would be a great place to live (lot of runners here) and Roberta considered putting a mailbox on the dock. But, the mechanic showed up and the locks opened up and we were on our way.
Our Adventures 