Retuning into Paris after a long weekend in the sprawling countrysides of Germany heightened my awareness of how tightly knit the neighborhoods were. How close people were to each other at cafes. How easily a cough or sneeze could travel across the room. The news coming out of Italy concerning COVID19 cases was grave. German hotels and tourism were already significantly down. Yet, returning into Paris, there was not yet an overall feeling of needing drastic social distance measures in the residents of Paris - life still seemed weirdly normal. I decided to embrace as much of the spring elements and flowers as I could, while freedom of movement was still possible.
For me, I felt safe among the gardens, among the flowers. If I could only breathe that fragrant floral air devoid of worry and nothing else.
My dear friend Sofia and her daughter Allie already had a flight booked from NYC to Paris, and because they had been looking forward to their trip for so long and flights hadn't yet been restricted, they came. They had planned to stay for a week, but in the one day they were in Paris, more and more public events and spaces in Paris were being shut down and cancelled. The news and public response was finally starting to take the virus seriously. After only 24 hours of being in and among the Paris streets, the threat of EU flights being cancelled was also being mentioned on the news, and they decided that they should change their flight immediately to get back before they would feel stuck inside. They knew NYC was next, but with the choice of being under quarantine anywhere, they would rather it be at home.
At this point, Parisians were being discouraged from large social gatherings and traveling out of the country for leisure, but things were still not completely on lock down yet. However, we could feel it coming because life in the streets seemed all too normal for a pandemic unfolding in the EU.
In one last hurrah, while restaurants were still open, Alex managed to get a reservation for a birthday lunch at the historic and famed Tour d'Argent. Little did either of us know at the time of our visit, that it would be our last meal out together in Paris until who knows when.
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