Walking through Regents street yesterday tastes bittersweet.
The slow return to normality is evident.
In the ballet of figures that stuns even in the UK, at least 70 percent of people are now vaccinated with the first dose and around 30 percent with the second.
Collapse of infections, collapse of hospitalizations, almost no deaths, or rather less than from pneumonia and chronic flu.
And here is the slow return to normal.
Bars and restaurants set up makeshift tables outside and people queue up religiously with their coats and nine degrees to eat on the roadside.
The shops reopen. With precautions but they reopen.
And from May 17, freedoms increase with the possibility of having lunch and dinner inside and the total reopening of the entry industry.
But a little bit of sour remains in this dessert. The quarantine imposed on all those who enter the country with two tampons in ten days, daily phone calls to check that they do not leave the chosen dwelling and physical checks have effectively eliminated the tourists.
And here is Regents street without people, empty in its majesty.
Today it is practically pedestrian and with the excuse of Covid Westminster has reduced the route for cars to a single lane. Regents is in fact a huge open-air shopping mall.
But people are missing. At the moment.