The morning is quiet – much more so than a usual Monday morning. The traffic is light and the only stirring is from the bakery across the street. A few early morning shoppers arrive for their daily bread. By noon, the restaurant next to the bakery is open and there are a few brave lunch-goers inside. I do note that there are more shops open that should not be – I cannot imagine they have not heard the word. Parents and children, elderly women, and groups of teens wander through the town. I am thinking they are not understanding the entire concept of lockdown…