Still there! Still invisible! You have to adapt; distancing measures, hand washing, and then, the addition of the mask. No choice, you have to get organized. Even if we start to deconfinate, nothing is won.

In addition, spring and the sun are on the way. I'm so happy. Our "homes" are clearer and invite us to get some fresh air. The bikes come out in large quantities, ultimately, the "survivors" will be healthy.

And me? As I said, I do not like to be classified as seniors, and yet the texts already published on the blog often refer to the past. I just realized that I'm a little embarrassed.

This time, I am moving to the other side, that of assumed youth. First, my summer wardrobe has pocked its nose out. For a little "road trip" with my lover on Sunday, JOURDAIN knew how to dress me: jean jacket, t-shirt, and SAINT-JAMES socks, BRAX jeans, and ELISA CAVALLETTI scarf. Comfort, elegance to go along the JACQUES-CARTIER, and eat ice cream.

Finally, resilience has set in and the good life, in small doses, resumes its rights. It feels good, even if sometimes the worry is still there.

And here I leave you on a mini-enigma:

On Monday, I learned that our beautiful and cordial Genevieve had just ordered a pair of fashionable "SNEAKERS" for the summer, the same one I also ordered, with only a few colored spots that differ.

So...

Does Genevieve have the tastes of a senior or does the senior play the young woman in disguise???!!!

                                                                                                          The customer who still enjoys the Jourdain store