In vain we assure them that we shall make no choice until we come to the inn at Gavarnie.
This is the famous Brèche de Roland, familiar to all lovers of Gavarnie.
We reached Gavarnie at seven o'clock, and pausing for half an hour, rode on to Luz, where we arrived as the night closed.
You hang your head, and your friend triumphs, especially if he was bored at Gavarnie.
It is to Gavarnie, whose giant semicircle of precipices has been called "the end of the world."
