We’re not going Anywhere

As of this week, we are now under another set of rules. Covid just isn’t going away. In fact, it’s getting worse. The new strain from the U.K. and South Africa has crept its way into France and the government has now decided that the boarders must close. This means that there is no travel permitted in or out of France. If you need to come in from the European territory, you can enter with a recent (72 hours) PCR test and a very good reason as to why you must come into the country or why you need to leave. Basically, a dying family member or a work emergency. They have also guaranteed that the police will be imposing stricter rules about mask wearing and curfews. I was out this morning and although it is okay to walk around during the day, there were groups of police and army ever present all through the city. There is no way that one would consider not wearing a mask these days. If caught without one, there is a fine of 130 euros. It’s just not worth it.

All that said, the students seem to be back in town and I have heard a party going on at around 11:00 every night this week. So, I don’t know where the police are hanging out when all of that is going on.

The vaccine distribution has begun here but they seem to be lacking in supplies, which means that it is going to be awhile before the whole country is vaccinated. There are some people here saying that they will not get the vaccine but overall, I have the feeling that most everyone is interested in receiving it. I have come to the conclusion that I am more afraid of the virus than the vaccine. I’m trying not to be frightened off by the very rare reported case of a severe reaction to getting the jab

As we say adieu to winter and welcome the warm sun as it returns to the South of France, I am longing to sit outside in a cafe and enjoy the company of friends, to hear the sound of music and laughter in the street and the buzz of life swarming in the square.