Four months away from Paris and friends seemed an eternity, but Florida’s warm weather, time with Dennis, and our funky cottage in the art community of Gulfport beckoned.
Even after I learned about the lockdown in France, I couldn’t bring myself to cancel my March 29 flight to Paris.
We had food delivered, learned how to use Zoom, and took walks with our masks on, stopping to talk with neighbors sitting on their porches, just as we enjoyed their occasional stops in front of our house to ask if we were OK or needed anything.
Their daughter, Valerie Perruchot-Garcia, working from home, began a diary to chronicle life in confinement with grown children home.