I am always in awe of the mountains, but I feel small and insignificant beside these majestic giants of ice and rock.
The north face of the Aiguilles d’Arves — 3,500 m (11,483 ft) — rises above the Maurienne Valley, nestled in the heart of the French Alps. This valley, shaped by time and glaciers, has long served as an ancestral passage between France and Italy.