One can arrive at Valsavarenche in spring when the valley breeze is
just warming and caresses the first soldanella peeping through the
snow whilst higher up on the thick snow followers of free skiing are
pursuing their search for freedom.
Or in the summer when the rock goat or chamois are up in the high
grasslands and life comes back to the mountain pastures, the streams
gurgle and the pale blue eyes of the mountain lakes, having shrugged
off the winter blanket, open to reflect the mountain peaks. Promises
of future excursions.
In the autumn when the sky is clearer and the summer fever has
calmed an added jumper creates the pleasure of the contact with
nature. Nature which man has known how to respect. The marmot digs
its winter burrow and in the evenings we can relish a glass of grappa
among friends in a cosy lounge
In the winter when the silent sparkling plateaux are interrupted
by the swish of slender skis, when one feels honoured and wants
to share this feeling: then the joy of returning to a hot meal and
discover the good simple gastronomy and a welcoming hearth.