We still follow the grain barge into Paris. As he is slowing down to wait for the right hour to pass through Paris, a part around Notre Dame is one way and traffic alternates, we slowly follow towards our port in Paris.

As there are no name-signs on the bridges we have to count the bridges to make sure we don't miss the narrow entrance towards the Canal St. Martin and the Port Arsenal.

My mom gets the job done and still knows that from the confluence of the Seine with the Marne we passed under ten bridges.