Vaccine fantasies

It's been over a year of confinements, quarantines, giant q-tips shoved up my nose (seven times and counting), curfews, impossibility to go certain places or distances, signed attestations stating where we are going and why, masks etc.

I'm not complaining. It was for the greater good. However that didn't stop certain fantasies for what was once normal life and then became impossible.  In the last two days, I've lived four of those fantasies as France loosened its restrictions.

 

1. Eating an ice cream at Mille et Une and watching people walk by. Yes those people were masked. I had coffee, Rick had cookie dough and stracciatella.

2. Eating at a restaurant. Okay, it is only on the terrace, but with Restaurant Row at the beach in Argelès we had plenty of choice. Terrace dining at the beach is the norm during tourist season. Sherlock shared our chicken and duck and a run on the sand before we ate.

3.  Lunch with several vaccinated women friends. No masks, but we were still hesitant to hug and/or cheek kiss.

4. Morning coffee at L'Hostalet where people we know walk by, sit down and we chat. Soon they'll be open in the evening for a glass of wine, beer, a cuppa... And they still offer the tiny little, two-bite muffin.