A hiking paradise in summer, a kingdom of silence in winter. Season after season, Saint-Anne reveals a new face. A mountain lake in shades of blue, then white until spring returns. Covered in a snow blanket, you discover it on snowshoes, a cocoon of absorbent cotton marked by the footprints left by its inhabitants. Its thick icy layer still holds out against the first warmth of spring, a subtle marriage of seasons between stubborn “névés” (the left parts of snow) and verdant meadows. In fine weather, extend your ascent to the Girardin Pass. Take in the panoramic view of the Ecrins and the cerulean-blue lake.
