October 10.  Chatillon to Pannecot (pronounced “panso”). 10 easy locks.

Watch your big kapusta, Ken!

Ken wants this old Citroen truck. I said nothing because no matter what I say, he interprets it to mean, go ahead, buy it.

Why don’t you let Scott drive for a while?

Oh no! I was only kidding! Watch out!!!

Lots of fisher folks on the shore but we never see them catching anything.

These are empress trees (paulownia). They are native to China and Asia but grown in France as ornamentals. They will apparently grow to 10 feet in their first year. Considered invasive in much of North America. but I still want one.

Very old kilometer stone marking 40 km to the Loir River and the end of the canal.

Some of the lock houses in this section of the canal are still lived in. I want one.

Peter walked between two of the locks, about a km, but he still made it the same time as the boat.

Scott and I took turns on the bike  riding between the locks and helping with the ropes from the shore.

They’ve planted trees all along the canal.

A very suspicious bull.

Do you think Ken will figure out he needs to turn here?

There is a swan in the middle of this photo and a heron landed beside it while I was taking this photo.

A small bar was beside the campground where we are moored. Ken enjoyed his whiskey, which he said was not an “Alberta pour” but a “generous dollop”.

Our cozy home as night falls.