The thing I’ve learned with travel is the importance of flexibility because as Ellie Goulding said, anything can happen.

You can miss your connection, your flight can be delayed, you can come down with the flu the night before, and in the case of this past Saturday’s adventure, you can be on a train that is stopped for two hours on the railway due to un accident personne.

To keep this from becoming too morbid, a man believed he could cross the train tracks. He failed to do so. It is sad, but also a bit concerning because one would think common sense exists in copious amounts. I guess not.

I have to say that this was one of the weirdest travel experiences in my life. The ambiguity of the controller’s updates on the intercom, the calm throughout the train as we sat there for 2 hours with little to no information, the anxiety of not knowing what was happening/going to happen. The whole situation was absolutely bizarre and it definitely set the tone for the rest of our day.

Cahors is truly une petite village with around 21000 residents. We knew that it would only take two or three hours max to explore the city, so we had intentions to visit other villages around the area, including Saint-Cirque-Lapopie. Quel dommage / what a shame that we couldn’t see more of the area.

Though, what we did see was Cahors.

Once we finally reached the train station, we were hungry because we missed lunch due to the delayed train. In SNCF’s defense, they couldn’t have done anything to prevent that. Plus, they gave us two “care package” kind of things filled with free food and water.

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After discovering that there were no fast food places or restaurants that remained open past 3pm, we were content to find a little shop with quiches, sandwiches, croissants, and other yummy French pastries. I took a quiche and Sudiksha took some sort of puff pastry. Then we went to sit and eat in an Irish pub/restaurant hybrid place because one of the waiters was nice enough to point us to open food places, in English. (Oh, how I miss being in an anglophone country.)

Once we had food in our system, we mustered up the courage to venture out into Cahors.

The attraction of the city is Pont Valentré.


It is a 14th century stone-arch bridge that is remarkably still standing today. It’s always so mind-blowing to me how old buildings and bridges, entire castles even, can withstand so many centuries.


Unfortunately, I didn’t take many photos because the weather was windy and gloomy. Although that could create some really nice photographs, I wanted the sun and to see the colors of spring. Glad we came across this house though!


Within several hours, we had seen all of Cahors. So then Sudiksha and I spent the rest of the time at the train station to avoid the cold winds and talk about upcoming travel plans. It’s nice to be with other dreamers like myself: dreamers who do something about it.

In retrospect, this “day-trip” to Cahors was exhausting and it was really unfortunate that we weren’t able to profiter du jour / take advantage of an entire day. However, it was with good company.

It’s safe to say that I am done with the little villages around Toulouse.

Ready to tackle the rest of continental Europe and the UK!