Franck came home this morning from his daily boulangerie run to the nearby village of Comblanchien (which you should know if you are coming over soon makes the best bread on the planet and has become a daily pilgrimage for us locals) bearing a little bundle of Lily-of-the-Valley for moi.
The 1st of May is a national holiday in France – it’s National Workers Day or something like that, but it’s hard to keep them straight as May over here is basically a month of statutory holidays.
It’s also traditional on the 1st of May to buy a sprig of Lily-of-the-Valley, or muguet in French, to give to your tender beloved (i.e. me).
It smells divine, and makes me very glad I married a French man.