Gaillac, on foot, in three hours.
A two-kilometre route to grasp the essentials: the abbey, the brick lanes, the bridge, the square. Best done in the late afternoon, when the light catches the pink stone.
A two-kilometre route to grasp the essentials: the abbey, the brick lanes, the bridge, the square. Best done in the late afternoon, when the light catches the pink stone.
It almost always starts with the same question: is Gaillac pretty? The honest answer is that you need to sit a while to see it. The town doesn't reveal itself at first glance — you have to leave the ring road, cross a bridge, go down an alley. Then, yes: it is very pretty.
What follows is the route we walk with friends who are staying a night. It takes three hours, can stretch to six with stops for wine, and only requires closed shoes — the old cobblestones are unkind to heels.
Built in the 10th century by Benedictine monks from Saint-Pierre-de-Moissac, the abbey has watched over the Tarn for a thousand years. The brick façade catches the evening light with a softness found nowhere else. Step inside: the nave is cool, the choir holds a Cavaillé-Coll organ.
The medieval heart of the town, this triangular square takes its name from the bronze fountain at its centre — a griffin, naturally. All around, half-timbered houses line the cobbles. On Tuesdays and Fridays, the market sets up; in July and August, the Friday night market keeps the square dancing until midnight.
The two finest streets in old Gaillac, one after the other. Brick townhouses from the 17th century, mullioned windows, iron-studded gates. Look up: carved tympanums, rams' heads, coats of arms.
The Pont Saint-Michel has spanned the Tarn since 1782. The best view of the abbey is from mid-bridge, looking upstream. Then descend to the south bank: a path follows the river for six hundred metres to the Île guinguette. In summer, people swim.
An 18th-century French garden perched on the hill above the town. The belvedere looks out over the slopes and, on clear days, the Pyrenees. This is also where the Wine Festival is held, the first weekend of August.
Three options: Le Vinovalie for the AOC selection, La Table du Sommelier for the food, or — our favourite — a glass of natural Mauzac at the Cave du Quai, at the foot of the abbey. The owner, Antoine, is inexhaustible.
The Tarn's brick changes colour five times a day. At 7:30 pm, it's pink-orange. That's the hour.