We’re at Riglos – with its famed towers or Maĺlos of conglomerate rock. This is a village at one with the rock – a special place for climbing and climbers.
Poudinage – French for pudding and what they call this odd concrete confection of rock.
Miserable start this morning to be woken by the sound of rain on the van roof. A cafe con leche at the refugio stiffened the resolve and we headed out for a couple of routes in light drizzle, before the promised grand beaux temps arrived. Amazing light towards the end of the day.