I’ve been holidaying in Provence this month. It has been fantastic, albeit not cheap. The single boulangerie in the village is rammed everyday, masked customers forming a sweaty queue down the street for their baguettes and croissants, which locals tell me are marked up in price for the hordes of rich Parisians who pile down south every summer.
“Come back in September and that pain chocolat is 20 cents cheaper, and there’s no queue,” one local confides.
It’s kind of similar to the situati...