Seems like a lifetime ago, the social lifestyle we used to have when we were able to go to cafés and terraces, just sit in the sun for a while or enjoy the beautiful habit of people watching ...
There is a constant feeling in Paris that the city is living a lazy Sunday morning on repeat, where everyone stays home with their families, enjoying the sun on their balconies, going out just to buy croissants, bread and a few groceries, embracing this slow living quietly, listening to classical music with juliet balcony doors flung widely open, or reading in front of the windows.
During this time of quarantine, I was scared of the idea of spending too many days with myself and my thoughts.
All of France has been staying home since Monday. I know people who have not taken holidays or a day off in four or five years now, to keep their businesses afloat. Who knows how this crisis will affect them.
