Charly-sur-Marne (now that’s in Champagne)

Our mooring for Friday and Saturday at Charly-sur-Marne
Our current cruising plan has us moving during the morning of alternate days.  We then have an afternoon off followed by a non-moving day.  As we had moved from La Ferté-sous-Jouarre to Saâcy-sur-Marne on Wednesday it meant Thursday was a non-moving day.

We walked into Saâcy-sur-Marne, which had more shops than we expected, it even had two bars and a restaurant.  We had forgotten it was a national holiday in France and therefore nearly everything was closed, so we made our way through to the other side and back down to the river.

Most villages have book swaps, but we have refrained from photographing them as we can’t really start adding to the list of things we collect (which already includes Victorian post boxes, locks, canal tunnels, lavoirs, stanking plank stores and milestones).  I know I included a picture of one when we were in Tonnerre but that was very unusual: a continental style fridge/freezer.  However, Karen couldn’t resist taking a picture of today’s one as she found it really pleasing.

Saâcy’s book swap
In addition to book swaps we have noticed village notice boards are almost taken over by the current water shortages and their impact.  It seems we are in a village where mains water can only be used for domestic purposes (i.e. not car washing, gardening etc.) and people are asked to use it sparingly.

The water shortage notices
We found our way back down to the river and a great path along the bank where we could let Buddy off for a run and some stick chasing.  As well as looking out for butterflies we were checking that it would be somewhere Karen could go for her Friday morning run and it turned out to be ideal.  We also saw quite a few butterflies including this female holly blue (male holly blues don’t have the broad black wing tips). 

Female holly blue

There are also a lot of clouded yellows around at the moment so we assume we are in the midst of the emergence of a summer brood.

A rather tired looking speckled wood
On the way back we let Buddy have a play in the water and to our surprise he had a couple of short swims.  He seemed so pleased with himself but still remained cautious.  It may have been our imagination, but his tail was wagging more than usual on the rest of the walk and he seemed to be looking for other dogs to tell his news.

Finally, Buddy swimming
Later in the afternoon we crossed over to the other side of the river to walk along the opposite bank.  We soon reached the next lock upstream, which we will be going up tomorrow, and noticed a couple of VNF guys in attendance.  We found this odd as this lock and seven others on this stretch are set in motion by the boater using a remote-control unit and once in the lock the rest of the operation is started by pushing on a rod at the side of the lock.  All this obviates the need for éclusiers to be present.  When we came up the lock yesterday, we noticed that a VNF guy was tending the garden of the cottage there too.  Not a bad life to be an éclusier at an automatic lock.

Near the lock we came across a stone kilometre marker.  This was the first we have seen on this river whereas on some rivers it’s the opposite and it’s odd when a kilometre marker is missing.  Not only was there a stone kilometre marker there was also a kilometre post.  Again, we have only seen a couple of these on this river but, to be fair, this one would not have been visible from the boat:


The 76 means we have 76 kilometres to go until we reach Epernay which in turn means we have covered 102 kilometres since leaving the River Seine.  Epernay is the end of the navigable river and is where we will join the Canal latéral à la Marne.

Before I go onto Friday I must correct an error in the blog entry recounting our visit to the WWI memorial in La Ferté-sous-Jouarre.  When Karen read that entry yesterday, she noticed the number I had quoted for servicemen with unknown graves didn’t match the inscription on the memorial.  I had taken my number from the town guide issued by the mairie.

As you can see, the number on the memorial is quoted as 3,888
Friday promised to be another warm and dry day and we set of for Charly-sur-Marne after Karen’s run.  We were only half a kilometre from our first lock and the remote-control unit continued to work wonders, ensuring the lock was ready as we approached.  The rod to set the lock operation going was in a different place to the previous locks and meant Karen had to climb up onto the roof to pull the rod up.  The previous ones had been positioned towards the rear meaning I was able to use the rod from the back deck.

Karen doing the honours

Blue to set the lock going; red for emergencies
As with other canals and rivers we have travelled on over here, each lock seems to have a lock cottage.  Unlike those on the other canals and rivers, the ones on the River Marne don’t tend to have name or information plates and if they do they are very faded and hardly discernible.

Lock cottage at écluse 8 Méry
In the early 1800s several long cuts were built to make the navigation shorter and easier at loops further downstream at the Paris end.  Looking at the map for where we are currently cruising it’s surprising further cuts weren’t built this far upstream.

The windy (not blowy) Marne
It wasn’t long before we were in Champagne and vineyards could be seen on the southern facing slopes.  We are entering from the western end of the region and over the next few weeks plan to travel through to the eastern end and then down to the southern point before retracing our steps back to Paris.  We also hope to detour northwards and pop up to Reims on our way back.

Green vines above Crouttes-sur-Marne
All the vines leaves are a lovely green colour at the moment and by the time we retrace our steps in September/October they should have turned to the well-known wonderful rusty-orange colour.

At many points along today’s journey there were series of pipes leading from the water to pump houses on the bank.  We assume these pipes extract water from the river for use by the champagne houses.  We did wonder if each pipe was used by a different champagne house.

One of the extraction points
We arrived at Charly-sur-Marne after going up the second lock and once again our luck was in and there was a single boat pontoon available opposite the main moorings.  We were soon tied up and eating a well needed lunch. 

Our latest mooring
After lunch we walked into Charly-sur-Marne itself.  This is a town full of champagne houses but on a completely different style and scale to the pompous champagne houses in Epernay.  We visited Epernay on our road trip last summer when we were exploring the parts of France we might want to visit when we came over with the boat.  We likened Epernay to the Las Vegas of Champagne and, to be honest, the majority of voices we heard were Americans.  Saying all this we will probably revisit Epernay when we pass through in a week’s time.

Some of the champagne houses in Charly-sur-Marne
The house of Bernard Naudé caught our attention as we approached it.  It had a high turret with what looked like a German soldier standing on the top.  When we got closer, we realised it was probably meant to be one of the Napoleons as there was a date of 1830 on the wall near the top.

The house of Bernard Naudé
Later on, I was looking at their website to find contact details to enquire about their champagne tour and tasting and noticed they had a page on the tower.  Apparently one of Napoleon I’s generals lived in the house and erected the tower in homage to his emperor.  Both he and his wife are buried in tombs in the grounds.  Their champagne labels depict the tower too.

We carried on walking out of Charly-sur-Marne towards Saulchery, passing more vineyards on the way.  We wondered whether they are like red and white wines where the best wines are produced in the middle of the slopes.  No doubt we will find out when we visit our first house.

Walking to Saulchery
We were lucky in Saulchery and found our first lavoir for many weeks.  It had been restored but wasn’t open to the public.  It had metal foxes over the roofs and on the walls and an accompanying notice explained that it was depicting Aesop’s fable of the fox and the grapes, or more strictly, the Frenchman Jean de la Fontaine’s 17th century version.  More details of the lavoir can be seen by clicking here.

The lavoir at Saulchery
The story is about a fox who wants to eat the grapes but cannot reach them.  Rather than admitting to others that he couldn’t reach them he told them the grapes weren’t worth eating.  We hadn’t realised it, but they say the fox and grapes story gave rise to the expression, ‘sour grapes’. 

The fox and the grapes fable
When we got back to the boat, we were hoping to sit outside listening to the rest of the day’s play in the second Ashes test, but we soon found out that play hadn’t recommenced since the first rain stoppage.  Mind you, it didn’t stop us sitting outside for the rest of the day.  It ended up being one of those strange days that although there were clouds in the sky, they never stopped the sun shining 😊

On Friday we cruised ten kilometres up two locks.











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