I closed my eyes and stuck my finger on a map of western Europe: ‘This is where we’re going on holiday!’

Sick of relying on internet recommendations, I left my next destination to chance. Luckily, it led to me discovering a magical hamlet in the Cévennes mountains of south-central FranceAn unruly rabble bursts on to the street: a noisy eruption, bubbling towards us. This isn’t closing time on the…

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