I recently groused to a friend in England that we were suffering so much from a "bunker mentality" that we didn't know how to behave now that things were opening up. He kindly offered to talk on a regular basis.
Before we could take he and his wife up on their offer it was as if the doors were flung wide open and our Dance Card was suddenly full.
Lunches out with friends. Salons down at la porte de Versailles. Photography exhibitions. Art exhibitions. More lunches with friends. Long walks through our city. Invitations to events and visits to more places that we could've ever imagined.
The need to show our passes sanitaire ends in 5 days. Mask restrictions are loosening up as well.
It's as if someone told us over the intercom that "you are now free to move about the cabin."
I'm sure we'll remember how to live openly and freely. I just wonder who long it'll take for us to get over the constant looking back over the shoulder to make sure we're not being stalked by viral death.
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