Life on line... and masks on, outdoors (and indoors when meeting visitors), with limited outings.... plus curfew at 9pm.

 Life on line is not limited in time and access.

Real life is limited outdoors in space and time, until December or more. The second pandemic wave is bitter here down South than the first. So we are under another type of lockdown. Still, children and teen-agers go to school and the younger generation who cannot work on line, goes to work.

Universities are closed. Only on line work is done.

Public Transport and banks are working normally. Restaurants, cafés, theaters,  concert halls, cinemas and private retail shops are closed. Food supermakets are opened. Very strange situation indeed, which is questioned   in various places in France. What is the wisdom in this type of semi- lockdown? For the sake of health or Economy?

As it is,  we both stay home as much as possible and have very few visitors.

I spend a lot of time on line because it is the easiest thing to do... perhaps a kind of  ' I can't be bothered ' sort of feeling is invading .... being strangely 'outcast' from the rest of the population it seems that life through living pictures on line is the only vivid answer to the deserted empty street in front of the house... 

I came across a picture I took in Paris on Jan the 5th 2010. 

Amaryllis on the blue table, by the side of the passage way from Place des Vosges... it was a cold morning and only the red opulent flowers seemed full of life.

The first notes of Caccini's love song came to me and I felt alive again... "Amarilli mia bella' 

 Cecilia  my be-loved mezzo sopano of course and Youtube:  my life on line... 

(Amarilli mia bella non credio del mio cor dolce desio desser tu lamor mio? Credilo pur e se timor tassale dubitar non ti vale. Aprimil peto e vedrai scrittoin core: Amarilli, Amarilli, Amarrilli eil mioa more. Credilo pur e se timor tassale dubitar non ti vale. Aprimil peto e vedrai scrittoin core: Amarilli, Amarilli, Amarrilli eil mioa more. Amarilli eil mio amore.)
I do not know much about Guilio Caccini but he must have been really in love with a woman as he put into music Guarini's poem .  Passion so intense that the beloved Amarilli could throw an arow to his chest and see 'amarilli' written on his heart... a bit crual though as it could only be in blood letters... amaryllis ... velvety red... Passion was something in the XVIIth c.

I wanted to hear a man's voice in this song, and as I was wandering on Youtube, came  my eternal favourite bass-baritone  who just blew me up to heaven with so much passion ...

My heart got the arrow of lovef in his voice.

 Dearest Dmitri, in these days of November which are somehow so sad, let's rejoice at your eternal voice and youth!