Monotony is settling in...

By week five the routine is becoming repetitive and monotonous. We are used to a city offering us every activity and event under the sun. No matter what tickles your fancy Paris will have it on offer - it is up to you to find your passion, your hobby, your pass-time - and you'll find a group or place to answer your needs.

Concerts, exhibits, cooking classes, photo workshops, historical excursions, fashion shows, flea markets, International day at school, Roland Garros, park picnics, river strolls, happy hours on the terrasse, dinners out, disco boogieing ... it is all wiped off the table until further notice.

What's left is family and food...

Somewhere early on in this lockdown I read you should stay focussed on the positive and wipe out the negative influences during this period. Well, I cannot think of any better combo than family and food. Needless to say our Italian side takes over when it comes to either... as such we are enjoying lunch and dinner around our dining room table every day and have a giggle when Expat hubby yet again comes up with his favourite subjects of the past. Expat boy finally needs to change his favourite subject of football (because the only League left still playing is Belarussia!) and Expat Girl as always is three steps ahead of the rest of us with her geo-political views.

While I am sitting there listening to everyone with a smile on my face, thinking... obviously, it would be better if this pow wow could take place on a sunny beach somewhere!