End of the canal
So here we are, 12 days and 68 locks later, moored in the quay at Tannay. Tomorrow we grab a train to Paris and Barb heads West, we head East. It’s been an awesome ride and I couldn’t ask for better traveling partners. So much wine, quiche, music, and laughs.
If not now - When? 
Godspeed to all of you. How you became a math teacher is beyond me; you’re a veritable poet of new sights, sounds, and smells. My stomach growled when you described the baked goods. Salut!