Late in the afternoon we puttered up the Canal to the town of Santenay, which turned out to have a remarkable number of vineyards and wine-tasting facilities. Having just spent the morning at a vineyard, we weren’t quite ready to start up again, so Santenay may have been a bit wasted on us. It’s not a big town – I walked around most of it in an hour, moving very slowly – and every street had at least one vigneron. Now that I’ve rested for a few months, I’m ready to go back and work my way around town!
As you can see, the vineyards swoop right down to the streets at the edge of town,
and the courtyards were full of agricultural equipment.
It was the end of the work day, so a few people were still bustling around, pushing cases of wine down the street.
Santenay does have the Château de Santenay, which is more of a medieval royal manor house than a castle. It is now a wine-producing estate (of course.) It was closed when we got there, but that fabulous tiled roof was visible all over town.
On the other hand, there didn’t seem to be much in Santenay except vineyards, so I just walked around town and took pictures of ridiculously picturesque stone houses.
