Yesterday, France saw more than 7000 new Covid infections, as much as any day during the peak in March/April. The strange thing about this is that, although it’s news here, people are not generally freaking out or hoarding toilet paper. The reasons are multiple, I suppose. One is that we are just used to coronavirus now and we know that the world will not end (and the toilet paper won’t run out), at least not right away. Also, patient numbers in hospitals are not increasing at near the same rate as case numbers and our old people are not dying in droves in EHPADs (old age homes). In short, most people probably think that things are manageable, at least for the moment.
Which brings me to the Tour de France. The Tour starts in Nice, less than 3 hours from here by car. Normally, I would have gone down for one of the 3 stages that begin there, but these are not normal times. Next week the peloton passes within 25 km from here on its way to Mt. Aigoual (watch this one, it’ll be exciting). I could easily hop on the bike and ride up to see them ride by. In a couple of weeks, after finishing with the Pyrenees and Massif Central, the Tour will come back close to the south, with a finish in my new favorite little mountain range – the Vercors (9/15). I was just up there 2 days ago. It’s not far.
But just like I haven’t seen a movie in a theater in more than 6 months, I am content to stay home and watch Le Grand Boucle on France TV. Anyway, with all the weight I’ve put on this year, I don’t fit into my mankini anymore.