Life mill
In a small village of Tschierv located in Val Müstair (canton Graubünden, CH), they say that a human makes coarse and fine flour with his mill in (of) his life.
Picture found on flickr, photographer loraineltai.
Two weeks after the lockdown in Paris
It's been already two weeks that we don't have to fill in the paper about the reason why we're out and not staying at home. And we are free to move as far as 100 km instead of 1 km and 1 hour. However, during the rush-hour, if one doesn't have an official job, one cannot use the public transport in Île-de-France in the morning and in the evening. The employees can be asked to present a special document from their employers allowing them to use the transport. When I go for a walk, it's so strikingly horrible to see all these people who, like the flies attracted by jam, are sitting on the boards of the popular channels Saint Martin or La Villette inspired by the weather and freedom. Everybody is tired of death. The roads are full too. This awful urban noise and smell are back too. There are however more quiet streets, and the center of Paris is still almost empty and it's strange to see no crowds of tourists running in all the directions. But it takes one hour...
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