Today, all over Paris, vendors will be selling bouquets of this flower, May Day being the only day there is no tax on selling flowers, a tradition I have read was meant to allow the poor to garner a few francs by harvesting these delicate wild-growing blooms. (apparently, the rules governing these street sales dictate that the flowers should be grown wild, picked without roots, sold unpackaged and sold at least 40 metres from a florist shop). I haven't been able to find a source to verify that intention of helping the poor, but certainly the flower is strongly associated now with Labour Day in France, and it is also exchanged widely as a sign of friendship all over France today. Any time we've been in Paris within a few days of May Day, we've been approached by street vendors, often gypsies, with small bundles of the fragrant flower, offered for a Euro or two each. Lovely to take back to cheer up a hotel room or apartment. I suspect Madame Lè-bas is breathing in their sweet air right now!
I wonder if my son Zach and daughter-in-law Joey will notice any when they land in Paris on Friday morning. They may well be too jet-lagged, but I wish them a fragrant bloom or two to grace their first view of the Seine. . .
Meanwhile, we're celebrating the May sunshine with a visiting dog and a visiting granddaughter -- they're having much fun together, but they do require an energetic Nana and Granddad . . . so I'll leave you to your May Labours -- may they be happy!