But the theatres are all closed.

No one is in a mood to laugh, and certainly no one wishes to consider anything more serious than the present crisis.

So there are no revues, operas, or comedies.
The thing you missed perhaps most were the children in the Avenue des Champs Elysees.

For generations over that part of the public garden the children have held sway.

They knew it belonged to them, and into the gravel walks drove their tin spades with the same sense of ownership as at Deauville they dig up the shore.