Besançon doesn’t announce itself. There are no billboards on the autoroute, no airport named for the city, no crush of tour buses idling outside a famous landmark. You likely haven’t read about Besançon in any guidebook. It is not among the headliners of French tourism.
I visited only because it was where our barge trip would begin — and in fact, I had been here for another barge trip in 2023. Otherwise, I might never have made it to Besançon, and that would have been a pity. The city has much to offer: it is beautiful, historic and geographically remarkable. Besançon sits in an oxbow, nearly encircled by the Doubs River, which horseshoes around the peninsula like a lasso.
We arrived by fast train from Paris — two and a half hours through countryside that grew quieter and greener the farther east we traveled, punctuated by patchwork fields of golden rapeseed. Spring had arrived, and France was doing what France does best: enchanting us. It was April, after all — the month that inspired the 1952 Doris Day romantic comedy April in Paris. We couldn’t have chosen a better time of year to be here.
After brief stops in Dijon and Dole, we arrived in Besançon. From the Viotte train station, we taxied up to Hôtel Le Sauvage, perched high above the city near the Citadelle. The hotel occupies what was once a convent of Poor Clares and later a 19th-century mansion — those layers of history still legible in its stone walls and quiet corridors. Its setting felt removed from the bustle below: narrow streets, old stone walls and an elevated calm that made Besançon seem to unfold beneath us rather than around us.
Walking the streets after checking in, Marucia and I found the city eerily quiet. It’s a university town, yet at 9 p.m. we encountered almost no one. After Paris, Besançon felt subdued — almost sleepy. But having been here before, I knew better than to judge it too quickly. By day the city came to life, and by the following evening it had found its rhythm.
Besançon is tucked into a tight oxbow bend of the Doubs River — a setting both defensive and beautiful, and one that people have recognized since Roman times. Back then the city was known as Vesontio, a strategically placed settlement nearly encircled by the Doubs, important enough to draw the notice of Julius Caesar and substantial enough to leave behind monuments that still shape the city today. The Porte Noire, built in the second century as a triumphal arch, still stands not apart from the city but within it, folded into its streets and stone. Roman history here does not feel remote. It feels built in.
Besançon was once the watchmaking capital of France, a distinction that shaped the city’s identity for nearly two centuries. At its peak in the late 19th and early 20th centuries, the city produced millions of timepieces annually, and the industry left its mark not just on the economy but on the character of the place — precise, self-sufficient, quietly proud. The watchmaking era has faded, but its legacy endures in the Musée du Temps, housed in the Palais Granvelle, where the history of timekeeping is chronicled with the care you’d expect from a city that once measured its worth in seconds.
And Hôtel Le Sauvage feels like a place that has been waiting just as long. It sits at the foot of the Citadelle in Besançon’s historic district, just an easy walk from Vauban’s fortress, with views over a wooded park and, beyond it, the medieval ramparts and the Doubs Valley. Vauban himself, according to local lore, once stayed at the old Sauvage inn that preceded the current hotel. Whether that is history or marketing, it sets the right tone.
We had two days before boarding the Danielle, CroisiEurope’s 22-passenger hotel barge, and Besançon is the right city for two unhurried days. Our group scattered across the city in different directions, which is exactly as it should be. Marucia and our friend Anne headed into the city center and spent time at the Musée du Temps, housed in the nearby Palais Granvelle — a fitting choice in a city that was once the watchmaking capital of France, and one the museum chronicles beautifully. Meanwhile, Tim and I followed the Doubs downstream along the ramparts and the riverside park, making our way to the Citadelle, where we climbed up through Vauban’s 17th-century fortress for the views. From the top, the looping river is one of the finest panoramas in eastern France.
Besançon is not widely known outside France, which is partly what makes it so appealing. It has a university, which gives it energy. It has centuries of watchmaking heritage, which gives it a certain precision and pride. And it has a lovely old town, with the Grande Rue forming a pedestrian spine through a grid of merchants’ mansions and quiet squares.
Along the Promenade de l’Helvétie, on the banks of the Doubs, a bronze statue commemorates a man most river cruisers have never heard of: Claude-François-Dorothée, Marquis de Jouffroy d’Abbans. Besançon’s tourism office describes the work as a patinated bronze by Pascal Coupot, installed on the Battant Bridge in direct confrontation with passersby. Jouffroy d’Abbans is closely associated with some of the earliest steamboat experiments in France. Local Doubs tourism sources place his first attempts at steam navigation in the Baume-les-Dames area between 1776 and 1778, while Britannica notes unsuccessful trials on the Doubs in 1778 and his later success on the Saône near Lyon in 1783 with the Pyroscaphe — which it calls the first really successful steamboat. Besançon honors one of the earliest pioneers of steam navigation, and he is a fitting figure to encounter before beginning a journey by barge.
See my story about d’Abbans: Where River Cruising Began: A ‘Fire Boat’ On The Saône
At 5 p.m., we board the Danielle. The barge is moored at the quay: 21 guests, including Marucia and me, six crew and a week through the Doubs Valley and Burgundy ahead of us.
Tomorrow, the city will recede as we push west toward Ranchot, Dole, Saint-Jean-de-Losne and eventually Dijon. But I will carry a piece of Besançon with me: the stone walls of the Citadelle, the river looping like a lasso around the old town, the bronze figure of the Marquis de Jouffroy d’Abbans keeping watch over the Doubs — the man who first put steam to water, honored in the city where the river still roars.
Besançon is a city that rewards the traveler who takes time to explore it. Spending two days here was a good beginning. A beautiful week lay ahead, and Besançon had bookended it perfectly.
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