Gourdon
"The Earth is made of God's love and the same green cheese as the moon." Because each of us has the equivalent of a Google Translate app in our head, this is what I heard when a bus driver told me no buses go to Gourdon and that I would need a car to visit the mountaintop village. The thing is, Gourdon predates Roman times and the automobile is only a hundred years old. A puzzle piece is missing. We made a deal that he would take me to the Pont du Loup stop on the D2210 road between Vence and Grasse and I'll take it from there. The result was an unforgettable day on Le Chemin du Paradis . What a bus stop it is. Appropriately enough, the Path to Paradise is a difficult one. Even with Fahrenheit temps in the high 50s you will soak through at least one shirt and find yourself, hands on hips, taking a breather every couple hundred meters. At least three pillars that held up the old Chemins de fer de Provence railway are still standing here. Honestly, it's not too lat...
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