The baguette was fresh from the boulangerie that morning, a perfect fusion of airy lightness and crackled crust. The cheese \u2013 a nutty, golden gruy\u00e8re \u2013 we\u2019d bought from Pierre: we hadn\u2019t expected to hike past a human, let alone a fromagerie, in the teeny hillside hamlet of Rouet, and it had taken a while to rouse the cheesemaker from within his thick farmhouse walls. But thankfully we\u2019d persevered. Because now we were resting in a valley of pine and pasture with the finest sandwich we\u2019d ever eaten. Just two ingredients. Three, if you counted the mountain air.<\/p>\n
Map for Queyras<\/a><\/p>\n As lunches go, it was deliciously simple. But then, so was this trip, plainly called \u201cHiking in the French Alps\u201d on the website. The name had struck me as so unimaginative I was perversely intrigued; now it seemed that Macs Adventure \u2013 organisers of this self-guided walk in the Queyras region \u2013 were just being admirably to the point.<\/p>\n Yes, Queyras. I hadn\u2019t heard of it either. Bordered to the north and east by Italy, barricaded by a phalanx of 3,000-metre peaks, this regional natural park might be the least-discovered \u2013 and the Frenchest \u2013 corner of the Alps. Queyras only really entered the national consciousness in 1957, after disastrous floods made it briefly headline news. Tourism filtered in. But it remains little known to outsiders, and centuries of undisturbed agriculture and isolation mean its rural character has been preserved.<\/p>\n Ceillac, the gateway to Queyras natural park. Photograph: Sarah Baxter<\/p>\n Even now Queyras takes some effort to reach. Either you take the narrow, hair-pinning road through the gorges of the Guil River from Guillestre. Or you drive over the 2,361-metre Col d\u2019Izoard (from Brian\u00e7on) or the 2,744-metre Col Agnel (from Italy), both of which periodically test the thighs of Tour de France riders, and both of which close over winter, all but cutting Queyras off from the rest of the world.<\/p>\n Making the most of Macs Adventure\u2019s collaboration with the no-fly specialists Byway, my husband and I travelled as close as we could by train. We overnighted in Paris, whizzed down to south-east France, then chugged more slowly towards Montdauphin-Guillestre, where a Vauban hilltop fort<\/a> surveils a strategic meeting of valleys. Finally, we boarded the end-of-day school bus, joining children inured to the spectacular views to squeeze up the valley to Ceillac, gateway to the natural park.<\/p>\n It is a region that, reputedly, has 300 days of sunshine a year and as many species of flowers as it does people<\/p><\/blockquote>\n The plan from here was to spend six days hiking a circular route that promised big, satisfying climbs but no technical terrain (and no shared dorms or privation). Covering up to 12 miles each day \u2013 and walking for an average of six hours \u2013 we\u2019d use parts of the GR58 (the grande randonn\u00e9e that circuits Queyras) as well as other trails to roam between traditional villages. We\u2019d eat cheese, gaze over lakes and mountains, and generally revel in a region that, reputedly, has 300 days of sunshine a year and as many species of flowers as it does people (about 2,500 of both).<\/p>\n On day one this meant walking from Ceillac to Saint-V\u00e9ran, over the Col des Estronques (2,651 metres). It was a fine start, under blue September skies \u2013 we\u2019d come at the end of the hiking season (the trip runs June to mid-September), when crocuses still fleck the meadows and houseleeks hang on higher up, but the bilberry bushes are beginning to blaze in fall-fiery colours and there\u2019s a sense of change in the air.<\/p>\n \u2018The highest village in Europe\u2019, apparently \u2026 Saint-V\u00e9ran. Photograph: Jo Skeats\/Macs Adventure<\/p>\n We joined a light stream of other walkers, progressing up the valley via lonely farmsteads and meadows bouncing with crickets. Noisy choughs and a boisterous breeze welcomed us to the pass itself; 100 vertical metres more took us to the lookout of T\u00eate de Jacquette, where we felt like monarchs of this mountain realm. These may not have been the very biggest Alps \u2013 few peaks sported any snow \u2013 but they rippled every which way, great waves of limestone, dolomite, gabbro and schist.<\/p>\n From the col we dropped down through arolla pine and larch to Saint-V\u00e9ran. At 2,042 metres, it claims to be the highest village in Europe. It\u2019s also a snapshot of Alpine life before the modern world seeped in. The oldest house, built in traditional Saint-V\u00e9ran style, dates to 1641 and is now the Soum Museum; the ground floor, with its half-metre-thick stone walls, is where animals and families would sleep together for warmth. The upper floors, built from tree trunks, were used to keep hay, barley and rye; the grains were made into coarse loaves that would last all winter, baked in the communal oven.<\/p>\n By evening we\u2019d be drinking reasonably priced wine, with a multi-course meal or indulgent fondue. The air was always fresh, the trails joyful, the crowds largely thin<\/p><\/blockquote>\n That enormous village oven is still fired up a few times a year, for festivals. But I was pleased to be fed at Hotel le Grand T\u00e9tras<\/a> (\u201cCapercaillie\u201d) instead. Here, we feasted on gratin d\u2019oreilles d\u2019\u00e2ne (literally \u201cdonkey\u2019s ears\u201d, actually a delicious spinach lasagne) and stayed in a simple room with a five-star view to the opposite peaks.<\/p>\n skip past newsletter promotion<\/a><\/p>\n Get travel inspiration, featured trips and local tips for your next break, as well as the latest deals from Guardian Holidays<\/p>\n Privacy Notice: <\/strong>Newsletters may contain info about charities, online ads, and content funded by outside parties. For more information see our Privacy Policy<\/a>. We use Google reCaptcha to protect our website and the Google Privacy Policy<\/a> and Terms of Service<\/a> apply.<\/p>\n after newsletter promotion<\/p>\n \u2018A five-star view\u2019 \u2026 at Hotel le Grand T\u00e9tras, Saint-V\u00e9ran. Photograph: Sarah Baxter<\/p>\n After this, our days settled into a familiar pattern. We\u2019d set off after breakfast to buy picnic supplies. We\u2019d hike up through butterfly-wafted green. We\u2019d cross a pass, go by a lake or reach a panoramic ridge. Then we\u2019d descend through forest or towards an icy river. By evening we\u2019d be ensconced in a pretty village, drinking reasonably priced wine, with a multicourse meal or an indulgent fondue. The air was always fresh, the trails always joyful, the crowds largely thin.<\/p>\n \u201cIt\u2019s busy here mid-July to mid-September,\u201d said Christophe Delhaise Ramond, the owner of a g\u00eete in Abri\u00e8s where we stayed one night, as he poured us m\u00e9l\u00e8ze (larch) liqueurs while we pored over maps. Then he reconsidered: \u201cBut there are only around 2,000 tourist beds in the park, so it\u2019s never that bad.\u201d<\/p>\n A tr\u00e8s fran\u00e7ais pitstop in Queyras park. Photograph: Sarah Baxter<\/p>\n It\u2019s thanks to Christophe that we made a slight detour the following day. As planned, we climbed up to 2,583-metre Lac Grand Laus, a lake so brilliantly blue-green it seemed a bit of the Mediterranean had got lost in the mountains. It was spectacular, but as crowded as we\u2019d seen anywhere in Queyras. So, on Christophe\u2019s suggestion, we continued to climb, steeply, up to the Col du Petit Malrif, where tenacious flowers popped through the rocks and the views were immense, reaching to snow-licked peaks.<\/p>\n From here, we looped back, via two smaller, but no less Mediterranean, tarns, where there were no other people. At the second we flopped down in the cotton grass and chewed baguettes stuffed with bleu de queyras. We stayed there long after the baguettes were gone, listening to the water burbling in the wind. Finally, we headed on, descending via a rocky cleft. Soon we emerged on a track so swirled by puffs of silken thistledown it was as if we were hiking in Fairyland. But no, we were still just hiking in the French Alps \u2013 albeit a particularly magical bit.<\/p>\n The trip was provided by Macs Adventure and Byway<\/a>,; the seven-night self-guided Hiking in the French Alps<\/a> trip costs from \u00a31,150pp half-board. 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