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stalls are being set up. Old friendships are joyfully
renewed all over the village.
And yet there is a certain tension in the air.
The wholesalers are on their way. They arrive on time,
early in the morning, and weave their way between the
tidily stacked sacks of flowers. However, you can't do
a deal just like that. It takes time. Offers are made,
the growers are reluctant, the stakes are high for them.
But in the end agreements are reached. Indeed it would
be very difficult for the growers to take their flowers
back home, to stock them and watch over them for another
year. The lime flower is fragile, delicate.
And then, who knows what tomorrow holds for anyone
? A small banknote changes hands and commits both parties
to their deal. A compromise has been reached.
Each face registers satisfaction and relief, the atmosphere
is more relaxed.
The flower harvest is the result of much hard work.
Has the grower received the price he deserves for all
that work ? Then the sacks are weighed, the tourists get
their cameras out and photograph the scene. Here and there
the conversation becomes louder and livelier around the
tables that are laid for the traditional "Castillou".
The packed lorries, that have replaced the carts,
drive away at last. Everyone will be back next year; it
has been thus for almost two centuries. |
| Jacques Mourier. |
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