oh right, Labor Day!

I settled into the Airbnb where Rachel and I would be spending the weekend, and went out to the Fusion weekend pre-party dance. All the dances were at a single excellent venue, which was great because I'd found us an Airbnb stupidly close by -- literally 80 meters away.

The dance was lovely and I had a nice time, then slept in the next morning.

I looked forward to spending the next day trying out the local Bakeries to find a great Chocolatine and café  for us to share in the mornings, as our tradition whenever we are in France together, since she would be arriving Friday night.

I also figured I might but some nice cheese from a local fromagerie and maybe also some flowers for the Airbnb, since it was a short visit and it would be nice to make the most of it.

So the next morning I woke and upon going out, discovered I wouldn't be doing any of those things because it was the first of May and so every small shop was closed in observance of the first of May. International Workers Day, AKA Labor Day!

I laughed at myself for forgetting to check the French holiday calendar when making plans, bought some groceries from the local Carrefour, and headed back to the apartment.

The windows looked out on some lovely trees and the wind and weather couldn't have been more perfect, so I left the doors open, did some laundry, and relaxed for the day, instead. 

(A very serviceable ham and Emmental sandwich courtesy of my friendly neighborhood Carrefour, which luckily for me, didn't close for the day.)