Today we attacked Mount Canigou from the west side, but we didn't conquer the mountain.
We stopped at the monastery of Saint Martin.
The ascent was steep and took almost an hour but we were rewarded with a most wonderful location of the 1000-year-old abbey perched like an eagle's nest in the Canigou massive.
Although we were high up, the weather was warm and completely calm. No town-sounds, just the birds singing and water trickling in the brooks.
In the village far below the abbey we had a late lunch next to a warm wall where lizards were running around.
Drove home through yet another valley with this magnificent view of Canigou, that had a lot of new snow yesterday.