Garvanie Circus
Is it a mountain that appears bristling with obtuse angles and acute angles?
Is it a wall, with its battlements, its cornices, its architraves, its statue towers?
It is a mountain and a wall at the same time with its tongues of eternal and bare snow,
The building of the most mysterious of architects, it is the colosseum of nature, it is Gavarnie.
Towards the middle, two large towers, one to the east, square and turning one of its angles towards France,
The other to the west, fluted as if it were less a tower than a sheaf of curtsy turrets,
To the right, two breaches, like two vases filled by the clouds and at the bottom of the cirque the waterfall of the Gave de Pau,
At the western end, a sort of enormous pleated edge of a thousand steps, what one would call in architecture the section of a high amphitheater.
Guy says l’Arié…..Joie