There was nothing magical about May 11 in France. But, it felt magical. It felt magical because we no longer need the attestation. The attestation was the form we carried with us, on paper or on our phones, every time we left the house for the last two months. In addition to our basic ID information, we had to state our reason for being out:
– Going to grocery stores and pharmacies (some of the only shops open).
– Going to work (only essential workers).
– Exercise (not between 10 a.m. and 7 p.m., and within 1 km of your residence).
– Doctors’ appointments.
– Providing for shut-in relatives.
Police were stationed around town, and if your papers weren’t in order, they could fine you 135€. That’s not as harsh as in Columbia, where my friend Vicki lives: If they’re out without a good reason, the punishment is a 4-8-year prison sentence. Mon Dieu!
So, what did I do on ‘Deconfinement Day’? Nothing earth-shattering. I just wanted to be outside without the attestation.
I walked. I walked long and hard, blowing past my former one-kilometer boundary with my head held high. I went to the Seine, and my eyes were glad to focus on something farther away than the corner of my street. My legs got pleasantly tired. My hip flexors spoke to me for the first time in weeks.
I met a friend and we walked together. No restaurants or cafés are open for sit-down meals, so we bought coffee from a bakery and walked, sipping and talking and catching up in person instead of on a screen. Eye contact is a beautiful thing.
My teenage son, who I’ve been confined with, went out with friends for the first time in two months, and I was home alone. I made tea and listened to the silence, knowing he was out in the sunshine with nice kids, getting some vitamin D and probably drinking bubble tea. He’s been a terrific roommate during this confinement, and our apartment is spacious so we didn’t tread on each other, but alone chez moi is a state of being that I have missed.
In the days following deconfinement, there’s not much to do out there. Only a few smaller shops are open. Parks, museums, malls, theaters, cinemas, restaurants, cafés, bars, and gyms remain closed. Still, it’s amazing to be out in the world again. I went to a big supermarket and stood staring at the hair-care selection, amazed by the variety of products, things they didn’t have in my grocery store or pharmacy. I could have tried on some pretty summer dresses they had on display, but I’m just not ready to be that close to germs yet. I’ll stay masked and gloved in public for a while.
I plan to keep flattening the curve as much as I can. My needs are few: I’ll walk long distances and have some reunions with friends, without bisous or hugs. There is a haircut in my near future, and after that, if the Covid-19 statistics continue to improve, maybe I’ll get my eyebrows mown back into shape.
The goals in all of this are still to not die and to not sicken anyone else. So for now, I’ll be out there in our beautiful world, swathed in my protective gear, avoiding public transportation and trying to keep at least a meter between others and me.
We’ve made it this far. Let’s not blow it now.
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- Read about Yvonne’s experience in Paris while the city was under lockdown
- Though lockdown in France has ended, people in the country and around the world are still staying home and social distancing. See (free) online course available from Paris, from cooking to art and more!
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