Sellaronda. More than a name, a sound – a ring surrounding a behemoth rocky massif. Graced, intermittently, by clouds, caressing its chameleon-like skin, changing tone hour after hour.
Sellaronda. Cyclists, walkers, skiers, and mountaineers, knights of a round table grazing the heavens.
Sellaronda. Silence all around – this is when you can hear it breathing, a breath as deep as the oceans.
Sellaronda. Too many cars, motorbikes, everything. There should only by our beating hearts, overjoyed at the most beautiful merry-go-round in the world.