To say I’m nervous about Paris’s partial reopening/un-confining tomorrow May 19, is an oversimplification. I’m extremely excited, pumped, relieved, excited again. I really want to be able to buy some objects in person, look at some arts, or sit at a table when I grab lunch with friends instead of on the ground at a park. But, I’m also nervous.
Ten weeks ago, the idea of hour-long lunches everyday would have terrified me. Now, I’m grateful-ish for them.
It’s been 7-ish weeks of quarantine, folks. That’s 147 French meals, some of which featured food I never knew existed.