The dead hand of the European Union has ironed out national variety. In the remotest village you find exactly the same range of goods as at home; no surprises, no regional specialities or holiday loot. Worst of all, most foreigners now speak English, thereby removing the last vestige of glamour from Continental travel.
So no more Channel crossing for me until we have restored Europe's national cultures in all their rich and quirky variety. Down with harmonisation and vive la difference!