May 1, International Worker’s Day, or Labor Day for most of the world’s population. This is quite a big deal in France because the labor movement is fairly well organized in spite of representing less than than ten percent of the population. Labor Day is a day of rest, parades, union assemblies and marches, family gatherings, in short a day on which one attempts to do just about anything except perform any kind of labor. From this perspective, it is not so different from the US Labor Day which is celebrated on the first Monday in September. This morning, after sleeping late, I labored to prepare breakfast which I served on the terrace under our umbrella. Juice, cereal (his and hers), bread, honey, large coffees with steamed milk... I could go for this labor thing more often!