On the slopes of La Grave
Day breaks in Chazelet.
Under the bivouac canvas, Pilou opens his eyes: the Meije rises, already ablaze with the first rays of sunlight. The air is crisp, the peaks stand guard, and the day promises to be long, beautiful, and unpredictable.
Here, cycling isn't a performance: it's a journey. Every breath, every stone, every shadow contributes to the trip. And the majestic Meije accompanies the return like a beacon above the valley.