Patience is not my strong suit. Even before the calendar summer starts, I'd like to spend my time just as if it was already July. In May, food tastes better when we leave our four walls. That's why I try to organise small picnics wherever it's possible. Last week, for want of better options, the curb on the main plaza of St Remy was enough for us. The leaves of a conspicuous sycamore were a protection against the Provençal sun,…