Gimont-Cahuzac

I frequently find myself on the TER to and from Toulouse. Along that line, about half an hour from Auch, is a stop called “Gimont-Cahuzac.” There’s a small old church nestled against the tracks and if you crane your neck while pulling in or out of the station you can see in the distance a small village rising up on a hill.

Gimont-Cahuzac

Gimont

The name “Gimont-Cahuzac” is also ridiculously fun to say, especially when you imitate the French train conductor’s accent and intonation.

My bubbling excitement each time we passed by quickly led to a running joke about my obsessed desire to visit this podunk French town. It was similar to joking about liking a boy so your middle school peers wouldn’t think you actually liked him. But I really did like Will Hollingsworth. And I really did want to visit Gimont-Cahuzac.

So when Tuesday dawned blue-skied and sunny—and each of my classes at each of my schools was unexpectedly cancelled (the teachers all went en grève against proposed changes to the weekly school schedule)—I decided it was time.

I had a lovely morning poking around the dilapidated old town center.

Gimont

Gimont

And tiptoeing through the 14th-century Eglise Notre Dame du Gimontois.

Eglise Notre Dame du Gimontois

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And creeping through the local cemetery to ogle some of those miniature shrines so characteristic of French graveyards.

Cimetière, Gimont

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Then, since I was in the midst of a veritable gersois adventure, I couldn’t pass up a foie gras* sandwich at the Ducs de Gascogne boutique (after visiting its itty bitty museum and learning that the domestication and gavage of geese and ducks goes all the way back to the Egyptians).

Foie Gras Sandwich, Ducs de Gascogne, Gimont

And after lunch, I took a stroll down a country lane through the flooded campagne to check out the ruins of a 12th-century abbey.

Abbaye de Planselve, Gimont

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My last stop was the aforementioned church along the tracks, the 16th-century Chapelle Notre Dame de Cahuzac—apparently one of the oldest places of pilgrimage in Gascony.

Chapelle Notre Dame de Cahuzac

Chapelle Notre Dame de Cahuzac

As one of my simplest and most favorite day trips, Gimont-Cahuzac proved itself worthy of my schoolgirl crush.

*Fun fact: Gimont has a bi-weekly marché au gras (“fat market”) Wednesday and Sunday mornings. Mom, should we go?

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Click here for more photos from Gimont-Cahuzac.

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8 comments

  1. “but I really did like Will Hollingsworth” 🙂

    1. I don’t lie to the Internet 😉

  2. Looks like you discovered a little gem, if a bit tarnished by time.
    We could go to the fat market on my last Wednesday in France, if we feel up to it after all our other travels!

  3. Michael Hanley · · Reply

    I really like this post, and I am envious of your adventures.

    1. Thanks, Michael! I’m sure you’ve been up to some excellent adventuring yourself lately. We should swap stories sometime!

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