Another day in Moret

Horrible weather all day – drenching rain in the morning gave way to rain squalls in the afternoon and the wind bounced us around on our moorings till late afternoon.  We knew it was coming so we just sat it out.  I did some advance route planning in the morning, but cabin fever set in soon after lunch and I just had to take advantage of being in possibly the most picturesque town in France ( oh, OK, that’s totally subjective, but it is the one I love the most – so far).  So here come the pictures.

The narrow gateway through the thick town wall where the washerwomen came to do the laundry.  It is called the Quay de Lavreuses (the laundry women's quay).

There were three watermills across the river

The old gateway into the town, which was protected by a portcullis

Alfred Sisley, the impressionist painter, lived in this town till his death in 1899

An artist's impression of the town from the 15th century

Yet another steep, narrow, worn out stairway

Some of the alleyways are so narrow I could stretch out and touch them from side to side.

The donjon

A flying butress

The ancient narrow stairs through the town walls to the Quay des Lavreuses

Close up of the worn stairs