Spontaneous outdoor meals isn’t an activity that italians have learned to fully embrace (yet) without a religious or national holiday attached to it, so an impromptu picnic is like icing on the cake whenever we vacation in France. The country was made for picnics, and I am just sorry that we weren’t able to do more than a paltry two. Every day felt like a hundred degrees in the shade, and it dictated what we wanted to eat even if that didn’t matter much as the simplest foods are perfectly suited for dining en plein air. A baguette, cheese, salad, fresh fruit, plus a bottle of wine and we’re happy to set up camp wherever there’s a spot to park the car. We’ve even seen people stopped on the side of the road having a picnic breakfast! Maybe for next time?