Bielsa

I biked down to Bielsa this afternoon, mooched about the tiny town, had a coffee in the square, did some shopping. It's been a bit cooler and cloudier today. Last night for the first time this trip I slept downstairs in Sula rather than in the 'mezzanine' loft space.

The campsite has a real end of season air - regulars winterising their caravans with blue tarp and itinerants like me moving on - as indeed I will do on Friday.

The spikes on the building roofs are snow guards to prevent avalanches. The town hall is 16th century.