La Pierre Percée

The weather changed drastically over the course of the week in the Alps. One day, we were wearing next to nothing while hiking, the next, we wore sweaters under our jackets and scarves around our necks.
Despite the weather, we had to get out of the house. Martin took me to the Pierre Percée. There is, of course, a legend behind the rock. Apparently, it is supposed to represent the devil on all fours with his head on the ground and one forearm holding him up. He was supposedly kicked off the mountain and where he landed, he turned to stone. I regret not remembering the beginning of the story or why he was kicked off but Martin and I had a heated debate on which part was supposed to be the head and which part, the rear.