Our canal boat journey across France started near Montpellier under the sweaty hot nights of the Mediterranean summer.
The end came forty-six days and nearly miles of waterways later in the cold and wet of fall in Agen. A long and memorable boat journey ended and our slow trip back to California began. Before we left Agen there were certain logistical issues to over come.
Thus the crate was clam shelled, collapsed, and loaded into the back. Along with the crate a collection of stuff that would make even the most dedicated hoarder envious was carefully crammed into every conceivable crevasse of the hired Peugeot. Still we left Agen with the imminent fear of a Professor Phineas J.
Whoopee moment. God help us any time we needed to open the back door to retrieve our Three Dimensional Blackboard. For reference, scan to the five-minute mark of this Tennessee Tuxedo cartoon and watch my mentor Professor Whoopee in action. In the end the small car, sagging suspension and all, held the jumble of luggage and mammals amazingly well. It was even reasonably comfortable, at least if we all remembered to breathe in sequence.
My fingers are tempted to type out a line that says that Conques is an out of the way destination. And it is true; Conques is located in a remote area in the very much less visited Aveyron Department of France.
