There were bigger and better ex-barge boats moored up and down, used mainly as houseboats. Very few private boats seem to use the canal which had more than its usual quota of hire boats today.
I met a cyclist and had the best exchange of French conversation so far in terms of understanding, and being understood, then he found out I was English, and he turned out to be Spanish.
There was nowhere to buy food at all. I had some biscuits and a plum that had survived well from home - those supermarket plums never ripen properly, BUT I also had a tomato. I bought that a couple of days back at a little écluse (lock) stall - nearly as big as an apple, but with some brown markings so misguidedly rejectable by UK supermarkets, but the taste and juiciness was on the verge of overwhelming.
My destination is Capestang and I am sat here booked in at a relais - off for more food now.
Where another canal branches off to Narbonne
A very sad sight. Dead plain trees being cut down because of disease
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