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.