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Our family of 5 (does my 21-month-old count?) has been invited to brunch this Sunday by another family of four.
I hemmed and hawed, responded with a joke about this ongoing farce, and then accepted.
Will the police break us up? Will their concierge betray us? Should we hide the children in a wardrobe?
I just discovered a further detail from Macron’s speech on Wednesday: we are called upon to mask up in private “au maximum.” (Aghast I announced this to my colleagues, who burst into laughter. It’s all so unreal. I am eternally grateful to them for refusing to wear the mask in our little open space office. It’s an ambiance killer!)
Starting this Saturday, the children have a school vacation (Toussaint) and we are going by train south to see my in-laws. This isn’t allowed either because we will be many more than 6.
Further, just going south feels illicit, like passing into the Unoccupied Zone in 1941.
Lastly, the cherry on the gâteau, as they say here, my husband was stopped by police in the Metro yesterday evening for having the mask below his nose. He talked his way out of the 135€ fine by pleading he was on the phone with me!
My instinct is to laugh, but it’s actually really terrifying. Should we or shouldn’t we go to brunch?Published in