Freed of a good part of our water and our food (and of our sicilian sausage, damn fox!), we start our descent on feet.

This descent that we had considered as a small part of pleasant exercise revealed rather painful. Slope was stiff, we went down in clouds, and Alain, which had chosen light shoes which had appeared excellent for leap at the top, regretted the absence of support for the ankles. A good meal and a small nap on the path enabled us to finish our return towards civilization, and... a good beer.