A Year in Provence

by Peter Mayle

supermarket hold-ups in Cavaillon – ‘le Chicago de Provence

‘What is it,’ he asked me one morning, ‘that changes from the colour of a dead rat to the colour of a dead lobster in three hours?’ His shoulders started to shake as he tried to suppress his laughter at the unbearably funny answer. ‘Les Anglais en vacances,’ he said, ‘vous comprenez?’