On May 1st it’s a tradition to offer Muguet (lily of the valley) to your friends as a token of good luck and happiness. As the weather has been anything but Springlike those who wish to profit from this custom need to force their plants to be ready on time. Mine is only just beginning to flower.
But yesterday some representatives of the village ‘charity’ called Entr’aide rang the doorbell selling little posies of muguet with a rose. I bought one for CC and another to offer Yvette.
Another annual custom for our village is the Brocante. Today, however, the weather is changeable and it’s nowhere near as crowded as usual. Our road is generally choc a bloc with cars but there are still a few places where people could try to squeeze in. We did notice on our way to the baker’s this morning that, nearer the action, cars were parked all over the pavements.
The good news was that we didn’t have to push through heaving masses to get to our destination and the baguettes and eclairs were in no danger of being crushed on the return journey.
We did glance at the stalls and found that it was mostly the usual sort of ‘vide greniers’ (in other words a lot of old rubbish) interspersed with several traders offering sweets, clothes, shoes, plants and baskets plus vans selling chips, drinks, kebabs and icecream. Claude, our ex-gardener was manning a stall and we had given him some stuff from our attic. He greeted us rather mournfully.
“How’s it going?”
“I’ve done 30 euros,” he replied. And the poor chap had been there since 6.30 – in other words for five hours.
Just as we set foot indoors it started to rain heavily and there were several more sharp showers during lunch before the sun made an effort to appear and a bit of blue sky became visible.
According to the weather forecast it’s going to be fine and warm this weekend and all next week but that same ‘meteo’ claimed that it wouldn’t rain here today.