The French always refer to their President as Le President de la Republique. A somewhat lengthy and fussy construct to Anglo-Saxon ears. Anyway, President Macron was on the television at eight last night. A four week national lockdown announced. Bars and cafes across the country to be closed. Permits needed if you want to go out. Earlier in the year the country was locked down for two months. This time round the dark skies and cold weather will make it all the more necessary but also much more unpopular and much more difficult to police. For the first time in his speech a hint that there will be real economic and political damage.
Thursday, October 29, 2020
This weekend is supposed to be All Hallows. A time when families get together. Not the best of times to impose travel restrictions. 2020, as in so many things, will clearly be different. On the churchyard gates a notice has appeared. The police are advising visitors to the graveyard to watch out for car thieves and make sure their vehicle is locked. On the other side of the gate both the old and the new mayos can be seen busily at work sweeping the gravel paths in readiness for visitors coming to their family graves.
This morning we head off again for a walk down by the river. Our last chance to go there until the lockdown is lifted. Sophie is now well versed in clambering up and down the car ramp. She is less keen on the new tailgate which rises and falls with the press of a button. She regards the tailgate with a ' What manner of magic is this ?' wariness.