The sky keeps its promises: a few rare drops arrive as we pass these unfortunate families, whose weekly outing to the heights of Néouvielle will undoubtedly turn into a fiasco.
When we climb into the car, around 10:30 am, the rain becomes continuous and the storm rumbles. We go back down to Saint-Lary by taking the small road and its luminous laces overhung by a mountain in black and white… with the satisfaction of having studied the weather well!
The mountain belongs to those who get up early!!