The trip was very pleasant - if the captain saw Tate sleeping up on the bow, he didn't seem to mind. By early evening, they had reached Grand Oiseau-sur-l'Arbre. Tate, waking up from her nap, gazed at the village's Christmas lights reflected in the river.
The captain tied up for the night at a dock in the Old Port, then went ashore to find some moules frites (mussels and french fries), his favorite snack.
Tate stepped onto the dock and headed toward the farm where her cousin Guillaume lived. On the way, she asked several sheep grazing near the road for directions.