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They say it's in the genes. Back in the 1970s, when I was just a six-year-old kid, our family would head to France every summer. Provence was always on the itinerary, at least for a few days. The four of us would pile into the back of the green Volvo—yes, that was still possible back then—with Dad at the wheel and Mom with the map on her lap. Lunch by the side of the road, on a stone picnic bench, with baguette, melon, and a piece of cheese. You can't get more French than that!