After my last post’s beautiful sunrises, The Way stayed along the River Lot for several miles leading up to Cahors.
Just like Conques, Cahors is another major transition point along The Way, one which everyone talks about and many people stop walking or start walking at. Unlike Conques, it lacks the energy, the power of many people coming and going, beginning or ending the pouring of their hearts into all forms physical. Perhaps it’s because Conques is so small and concentrated, Cahors so large and spread out. In Conques you’d have to try to not see dozens of people you’d seen in days past, in Cahors, you’d be lucky to see more than a handful.
On the way to Cahors there were a couple options for entering the city: traveling along the Lot River, or slowly climbing Mont St-Cyr from the east to catch a view. I tried the latter and here is a picture of me above the city. I’m probably a little tired from pushing myself hard to arrive early, giving myself enough time to find some things I wanted to buy.
Although there was plenty to see, I was glad to be there but a brief night before starting again. After walking for more than two weeks, I find myself wanting to just be walking all the time. Only a little time to be a tourist on this day.
Ever since starting my walk, my pack has steadily deteriorated, not to the point of being unusable, but just tears here and there, seams ripping, the material wearing out due to age. It’s time was coming, and I didn’t want to wait a minute more to find an adequate replacement. Everyone had said Cahors would have something, and luckily I found a shop outside of town that had a selection and decided to pull the trigger. Although it’s only a little more than half the size of my old pack, I still barely squeezed everything into the new one the night before and set out with my new traveling companion. I found a cross a half mile up the trail and left the old one there. Funnily, no matter how fancy a new pack looks or comfortable, it always takes an adjustment period to get used to it.
Though I didn’t get a chance to see much of the city, I did chance to meet up with a great person I started this walk with–Anna, a Dutch woman who has traveled all over the world and back and has even done some of the long walks I’m interested in, like the Lycian Way in Turkey. She caught back up to me here and just happened to be staying in the same Gite in Cahors. This kind of thing constantly happens on The Way. You meet wonderful people, say goodbye to them, and meet again the same people later on.
After Cahors I walked quite a long distance to the town of Montcuq. The landscapes by now can tend to blend into one another, especially as I get lost in the flow of walking more easily each day, but when you look closely subtle differences appear. On this day a not so subtle difference: fields of sunflowers towards the end of the day.
In Montcuq I stayed outside the village in a Gite. This blog has been a boon to write for me, as normally after a day of walking 20 miles I want nothing more than to just lay down and rest, but wanting to capture a couple pictures for this post made me get out and walk the 1/2 a mile or so to the village and back. There I found a beautiful tower and church, things I would have missed when I leave early in the morning, because The Way takes a sharp turn out of town right at the outskirts of it.
After dinner it again was saying goodbye to what seems like a longtime friend at this point, as I will set out for a long day tomorrow and her time draws to a close. Farewell, Anna, and all my friends I met and said goodbye to, those who I’ll meet in the future and say goodbye to as well!