Ah, the journey from Cahors to Gourdon! A 32.4 kilometer stretch that was as enchanting as the fairy tales we gnomes are often associated with. Along the way, I stumbled upon a sight that truly captured the essence of this country: A small vineyard, nestled between a patchwork of fields. The rows and rows of grapevines, heavy with their precious bounty, truly painted a picture of the French countryside. It was a sight to behold, my friends. As the French say, “La beauté est dans les détails” (Beauty is in the details).

Now, let’s take a moment to reflect on our journey so far. We’ve embarked on this grand adventure 61 days ago, and have since traversed 1649.5 kilometers across the stunning landscape of France. Our recent stops include the charming towns of Grenade, Caussade, Cahors, and now, Gourdon.

Each step I take brings me closer to the heart of this fascinating land, and with each kilometer, I learn a little more about its culture, its people, and its history.

Speaking of history, here’s a little nugget for you: Gourdon is home to an 11th-century church, Saint-Pierre-et-Saint-Paul. As the saying goes, “L’histoire est un perpétuel recommencement.” (History is a perpetual beginning.)

And now, mes amis, as we bid adieu to another day on the road, here’s a little verse I picked up in Cahors:

“Au fil des kilomètres, le gnome voit,
De Cahors à Gourdon, la France s’épanouit,
Chaque pas, une histoire, chaque ville, une voix,
Et la route continue, vers l’infini.”

(Along the miles, the gnome sees,
From Cahors to Gourdon, France unfolds,
Each step, a story, each city, a voice,
And the road continues, towards infinity.)

Au revoir et à bientôt! (Goodbye and see you soon!) Remember, the road is always calling. Until next time!

Firstly, there’s the Gourdon Museum, or as the locals say, “Musée de Gourdon”. You’ll find a cornucopia of artifacts spanning from the Middle Ages to the 17th century. It’s like taking a step back in time, or as Molière, the great French playwright would say, “Nous vivons dans le passé” (We live in the past).

Secondly, the Church of Saint-Pierre. A marvel of Romanesque architecture, it’s as though Victor Hugo himself had a hand in its creation. When you gaze upon its stone walls, you can almost hear the echoes of the famous composer Saint-Saëns‘ organ symphony. “C’est magnifique!” (It’s magnificent!)

In Gourdon, every cobblestone whispers a tale of the past. So, as we say in France, “Venez et découvrez!” (Come and discover!)