Cold enough to believe? On the wind-hammered plateau, Babele stand hunched and silent, wrapped in frost like old conspirators caught mid-whisper. Snow seals every contour, softening the violence that shaped them, turning geology into something almost maternal, almost ecclesiastical. This is Romania at altitude—where tourism sheds its gloss and becomes a test of lungs, patience, and imagination. The facts are blunt, unromantic: sandstone and conglomerate, gnawed into shape by wind abrasion, freez