Saint-Véran, nestled in the serene folds of the majestic Alps, unfolds like a living painting where the hues of nature harmonize in a silent visual anthem. This village, the highest in Europe, is a sanctuary of tranquility, suspended between sky and earth, where the snow-capped peaks brush against the infinite azure, forging a horizon that seems to touch eternity. The chalets, topped with heavy slate roofs, stand proudly, their wooden facades aged over time tell stories of generations intertwined by centuries of tradition and resilience. As dawn approaches, the first rays of the sun slide over the peaks, illuminating the village with a golden light, ephemeral and pure, which dances on the walls and cobbled streets. In Saint-Véran people dies and the reason is unbeleivable.