"Tra la, it's May, the lusty month of May..."
So goes the song from the musical "Camelot."
It's been a chilly April where I live, and May Day does not appear to be dawning any differently. I am pleased to report we've at least got an early morning sun.
The weather this year reminds me of the weather the year my husband and I were engaged. Walking down Madison's State Street on my noon hour, I saw a shivering mallard duck take shelter in a doorway. A group of Morris dancers in full costume passed me. Most everyone else wore sweaters and jackets.
By contrast, the photo above was taken on a nearly-90 degree day in Paris (taken as we sought a cool respite on the Ilse St. Louis). We walked from one end of the city to another that day, returning to our hotel in the 13th exhausted. We got a late start as we sought evening sustenance, and found few cafés open.
We entered a small place on the Boulevard de L'Hopital, and asked the owner what could be prepared quickly. Although he was about to close, he made us two salads Nicoise. Soon other hungry people arrived, and he prepared food for them as well.
I always tell this story and others when someone tries to persuade me the French - especially Parisians - are rude and hate Americans. What nonsense.