Today is jour 46 of the France lockdown. Forty-six days of confinement.
I detoured to Nice on my way to Italy in March, hoping to avoid the worst of it. But a few days later, covid-19 slammed France with unexpected ferocity, and the entire country turned into a red zone.
Today my rented apartment in the Jean Médecin district is a cage. French police and military patrol the streets. My three teenage kids and I are only allowed out of the house for an hour a day.
Curfew starts at 8 p.m.
“France lockdown: A report from a beautiful prison”