The Last Tango in Paris!
To visit Paris in your own boat - essentially - your own home, is an amazing experience. It was the pinnacle of our three summers in France on Nellie.
Cruising along the Seine under bridges, past industrial Paris and homeless Paris, we were quite beside ourselves with anticipation of mooring in the Arsenal - the dedicated Port at the Bastille end of this fabulous city.
Sounds of a City:
Shrieking sirens, honking horns, purring pigeons. People talking, laughing, arguing. Wind rustling through boats' awnings, rigging. Water lapping and tour boats guide's loud speaker voices gabbling, echoing across the water. Inside the noises: the rattle and clatter of it all. The cafe's, the markets, the tree lined boulevard's, the Metro at rush hour; the homeless men on benches, the buskers good enough for stage and the elegant women and stylish men. The promise of excitement, spectacles, intrigue and surprise!
To think that we could afford to spend ten entire days here, is only thanks to us having Nellie as our accommodation. It would never have happened if we had to pay for a hotel. For this opportunity alone, I am so grateful that we made the decision to buy her and spend some early retirement years in Europe. With the fading of this summer, comes the end of our French Adventure. We hope someone will keep Nellie working and moving and enjoy her and love her as we have.



