A Journey Along the Canal
Velo Notes
From Chagny to Chalon-sur-Saône
We started our journey in Chagny, heading toward Chalon-sur-Saône. What had once been just a fleeting scene the previous year had now become our base for two nights. Following the canal path, we paused in admiration at an aqueduct bridge—an impressive feat of engineering that carries a canal over a valley, river, or road. These structures are fairly common in Burgundy, known for its rich network of historic waterways like the Canal de Bourgogne and the Canal du Nivernais.
Just before reaching the canal, I recalled a moment from a past ride when I followed two cyclists keeping a strong pace. I decided to push myself and follow them. The path, lined with trees and beauty at every turn, was so captivating that I missed my turn toward Beaune. I had to backtrack and find my way again. Funny enough, I’ve realized that when I get lost, I remember places more clearly—it’s like they etch themselves into memory.
Riding this road gives you a real sense of freedom. It's scenic, open, and moves quickly. We passed through Rully without stopping, but made a promise to return and explore it on the way back.
As we neared Chalon-sur-Saône, we cycled past a line of classic canal boats moored along the edge. These narrowboats, many transformed into floating homes, were adorned with potted plants and deck chairs, each one a tiny world of its own. Some still travel the waterways, while others are likely available for rent. I found myself wondering about life aboard—quiet, slow, mobile. A different rhythm of living.
We followed the peaceful canal path all the way to Chalon-sur-Saône, a riverside town rich in history and charm. Known as the birthplace of photography, it’s a place where cobblestone streets, old churches, and vibrant culture come together.
Once we arrived, we explored the town center, visited the church, and crossed the bridge. We also made a stop at Decathlon to get our bikes looked at. Dominique’s tire was worn out, and I’d been dealing with noisy brakes and finicky gears. The mechanic found oil on the rear disc—leftover from last year’s ride—and suggested replacing both the disc and brake pads. I hesitated, since the bike was still fairly new, but the noise had been bothering me for too long. We went ahead with the repairs and asked for a gear adjustment too. After lunch, we picked up our bikes, and they rode smoother—quiet and ready for the road ahead.
Monique and Dominique on the way back
Rully is a charming wine village in the Côte Chalonnaise region of Burgundy, known for its excellent Chardonnay and Pinot Noir. With limestone-rich soils and a long winemaking tradition, it’s home to historic sites like Château de Rully and surrounded by scenic vineyards and stone streets.
On our return trip, we made a side stop in Rully. We pulled off the canal path for a tasting at the Cave de Rully and ended up buying two bottles—last night’s one just wasn’t enough. After visiting the village, we took a different bike trail back. Rain showers had cooled the evening, so we set our dinner table indoors, ending the day with a warm meal and good wine.
After dinner, Dominique received an update about her close friend Philippe who was in a coma and given a mophine treatment. We consoled her and there wasn’t much she could, but wait.