Provence at its most cinematic: a stone village stacked on a Luberon hillside, lavender fields humming below and markets selling nothing you need but everything you want. Stay in a converted mas with a pool, drive nowhere in particular, and let rosé o'clock arrive when it arrives. Late June catches the lavender at nearby Sénanque Abbey in full purple; book the village's clifftop restaurant terraces ahead, because half of Paris has the same idea.
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