On May 1st, everyone was walking around carrying these tiny packets of flowers:
I had no idea why, but EVERYONE had one, so I felt compelled to partake in what was clearly some sort of official French ritual for May 1st, known as “May Day”, the official welcoming of Spring (also Labor Day. )
Here’s what Wikipedia, the official source for all things credible, has to say about it:
On May 1st, 1561, King Charles IX of France received a lily of the valley as a lucky charm. He decided to offer a lily of the valley each year to the ladies of the court. At the beginning of the 20th century, it became custom on the 1st of May, to give a sprig of lily of the valley, a symbol of springtime.
So I gave one to myself, I’m so selfish. But it made a pretty stellar day, as it was a beautiful outside, and I got the best baguette on the street, a little packet of lily of the valley, and a delicious looking macaron.
I also went to check out another bakery/pastry shop nearby, and meant to only take a look, but, because I have no self control, ended up getting this:
Is this what it’s like for people who involuntarily murder people and don’t remember it? Like I just black out, and next thing I know, I’m carrying a pastry, and I don’t know how it happened? Better than murder I GUESS. Depending on your priorities.
I love how it’s always wrapped up, so you get to open your little gift every time. Happy May Day to ME!!
Flowers, pastry, why you shouldn’t have!
Well, I didn’t have much of a choice, because obviously I am an impulse pastry-buyer who blacks out and buys pastries. It’s a wonderful illness to have. Except for when I start looking like Violet from Charlie & the Chocolate Factory. Just a big blueberry, rolling around Paris. Note to self: Get a scale that works.
Happy May Day, everyone! Only 3 weeks late.
