Intimidating? Incapable? Incapacitated? Me??? - Sunday, 19 September

So what’s the deal?  Do I look exceptionally intimidating or incapable or incapacitated? Why do restos not ask for my Passe Sanitaire?  It happened again this afternoon.

Pizza Momo beckoned me.  They had my favorite ‘za on the menu, the Quatre Saisons (just a bit of crushed tomatoes spread on the crust, then topped with ham, mushrooms, artichokes, olives and cheese, with some capers thrown in for good measure).  

So I sat down on one of their sturdy, wide-enough-for-my-butt, cushioned chairs.  The table didn’t wobble.  The host immediately brought me little bowls containing green olives and peanuts and a menu.  I’m not a complainer when the circumstances are otherwise, but I do like my comfort!  

Lots of other good-lookin’ stuff on the menu too.  This place could become habit-forming, and it's just a few blocks from the apartment.  But why didn’t they want to see if I was Covid-safe?  The mystery deepens.

Pizza Momo, 105 rue Saint-Antoine 75004, just steps from the Saint-Paul Metro.  https://pizzamomo.fr/en

And BTW, this sweet carousel is at the Metro exit!