It smells like Lily-of-the-Valley

I know I owe everyone a post about Morocco, but it's the first of May today, and that means something in France.

It's the French Labor Day, as I learned at the bus stop, when an old lady came up to me saying, "I hope you're not waiting for the bus? It's a holiday!" (Unfortunately, this resulted in me not going to Antibes to visit my friend K, who just moved to France.) One of the traditions is to offer your loved ones a bouquet of Lily-of-the-Valley, which means I was smelling the perfume all around town yesterday. People were buying them off the streets, in the grocery store. My landlady got one for each of her tenants, which was sweet, even though I have a story about her that is less flattering, for later.

Also fun, the flower, called muguet in French, is on the seal of our very own Rugby Club Toulonnais.