Usually, I sleep through most of May Day, but this year, I had to get up and go to the pharmacy for mum-in-law, so I was up and running just after lunchtime. At 14:30, I ran into the traditional May Day march, which I haven´t seen for years (being a mostly nocturnal creature). It´s been a lot in the news lately about some local branches of the Social-Democratic party cancelling their marches due to lack of interest, election year as it is, and it was nice to see so many people out, after all. I had a mind to join, but had to get to the pharmacy before closing time (which was early because of the holiday).
When I got out, they had come back and there were speeches and singing of the Internationale, and even dancing; perhaps mostly to keep warm, as it was pretty cold - even some snowflakes in the air.
What many probably don´t know, is that May Day is a commemoration of the 1886 Haymarket Massacre in Chicago, when workers had gathered to demonstrate in favour of the 8-hour working day. We have come a long way since, but there is still so much wrong with the world.