Opinion / Ed Stocker
Wishful drinking
If you’re in Europe right now, you’ve probably been experiencing one of those mini heatwaves that signals the start of spring. True, the Celsius dial will likely plummet next week but it brought a much-needed feeling of positivity and better times to come. What is it about sunshine and fewer layers that makes you want to uncork something crisp and have a drink (responsibly, of course)? All of which is why the news delivered by French prime minister Jean Castex yesterday was such a blow. As he was fleshing out the details of France’s third national lockdown he also made it clear that the consumption of alcohol was to be forbidden in all public places. In one fell swoop, the French were condemned to drinking in the confines of their homes – no bad thing for those lucky enough to have a terrace or a balcony but a harder pill to swallow for others living in snugger spaces.
Don’t get me wrong; this isn’t to make light of the situation. France is experiencing a serious spike in infections that is putting a strain on hospital intensive-care units. But the restrictions on outdoor boozing are in marked contrast to where I write this from, in Milan. We’re meant to be on the toughest restriction possible here too, of course: out and about solely for work, health or “necessity” (the last a slightly grey area) – although a daily passeggiata [stroll] is permitted. But what about hanging out in the park and drinking a €4.50 Aperol spritz sold by a trailer vendor parked up on the edge of the green space? No one seems to be paying much attention.
All of this might simply reflect Italians’ levels of compliance (or lack of) – or of the authorities’ reluctance to crack down. But small little outdoor liberties do feel good. Yes there are some people who need to be chided into acting a little more responsibly (teenagers meeting in huge numbers, I’m looking at you) but surely we can still allow the French to enjoy an alfresco tipple to welcome the warmer climes.