Cogne is where the Aosta Valley goes quiet. The road in is a dead end — it climbs half an hour from Aosta and stops, because beyond the village rises the Gran Paradiso, Italy's first national park, declared in 1922 on what had been a royal hunting reserve and the place where the alpine ibex was pulled back from extinction. The village sits at the park's threshold on the great open meadow of Sant'Orso, stone-roofed and geranium-hung, with a bobbin-lace tradition the women have handed down, pattern by pattern, since the 1660s.
What Cogne is not matters as much as what it is. There is no big downhill circus here, no glacier lift queue, no après scene imported from elsewhere. It is the cross-country capital of the Italian Alps in winter and a walker's valley in summer, and the people it suits are the ones who came for the mountain rather than the machinery.
The reward for that trade is the park itself, beginning at the village's edge: ibex and chamois on the slopes, golden eagles overhead, side valleys that carry you to glacier level on foot. Few places in the Alps put this much wilderness this close to a good dinner.