Andrew Jefford
As the full extent of Covid-19 became apparent, I was working in Burgundy. Three of us needed dinner; we anticipated a near-empty restaurant. Gulp: not at all. It was disconcertingly full, jolly, ‘normal’. A large table, alpha males, was sharing a bottle of Rousseau Chambertin with much back-slapping and shouting. The joker-in-chief was hoarse, several sweaty.
The table behind us was chatting in Italian; unlucky Italy
