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Europeans are emerging from the coronavirus lockdown to find a whole new reality

                                People at a drive-in disco remain in their cars and wait for the arrival of Dopebwoy, a Dutch rapper, at a nightclub in Schüttorf, Germany, May 29.


    People at a drive-in disco remain in their cars and wait for the arrival of Dopebwoy, a Dutch rapper, at a nightclub in Schüttorf, Germany, May 29.

EUROPE is emerging from a months-long lockdown. But the universe in which Europeans are resurfacing is neither the reality they knew, nor an entirely new one.

Cafe chairs are back on the sidewalks, but the baristas are wearing masks. The chefs have returned to the kitchens, but the diners are divided by plexiglass. At the airports, the terminals are still empty, the tourists nowhere in sight.

Laetitia Vancon, a photojournalist for The New York Times, spent two weeks in late May and early June photographing this peculiar and fleeting moment in European history, working alongside this reporter. We drove through six European countries, trying to capture a world that teetered on the lip of normality but often toppled into the surreal.

At a deserted hotel in Prague, we found a forgotten chess board, its pieces abandoned midgame. It felt much as Europe itself did — paused in time, bereft of people and purpose.

In a parking lot that night, we watched something that edged toward normalcy but fell just short: A group of actors prepared a stage set — but then performed to an audience of cars.

It was only a simulacrum of reality, an approximation hovering “between what we had before,” one theatergoer mused, “and what we have to come.”

Live theater was back, but the theatergoers were cocooned behind their windshields.

There were no tourists in Prague’s medieval core. The bars were closed. By law, everyone had to wear masks.

Yet the next morning, the world stirred. Overnight, the mask rule had been relaxed. Businesses started to reopen.

The chess pieces were beginning to move again.

In Germany, restaurants had just reopened, and the waiters worried whether the diners would see their smiles. A sommelier wondered how he would smell the wine.

An orchestra was back up and running but performing to only one listener at a time.

And pursuits that once were banal — enjoying a coffee in the sun, or a dinner with friends — were now joyous, surprising and even tinged with danger.

“Now you can sit outside again?” marveled a Polish tour guide in disbelief, sipping coffee with a friend for the first time in months.

“So strange to see,” his companion said.

In Schuttorf, a small German town near the Dutch border, a nightclub hosted guests. But the clubbers had to stay in their cars.

They were allowed outside only to visit the bathroom.

Unlike in other parts of Europe, almost no one wore masks in Denmark. Dancers embraced each other by the side of a canal, as if the pandemic had never happened.

But beneath this veneer, some routines were still restricted.

In an industrial wasteland in northern Copenhagen, a family of churchgoers said their prayers from the comfort of their car, as their pastor preached to them in a parking lot. As in Prague and Schuttorf, communities were coming together again but still divided by their windshields.

Yet what seemed strange earlier in our journey now seemed almost predictable. This was a world in which the familiar sometimes felt unexpected — while something as unexpected as a drive-in church was now beginning to feel familiar.

On a beach in eastern Copenhagen, it felt surreal to find something as normal as a sunbather.

Or, in a western suburb, to stumble across two sparring boxers.

In Geneva, the wealthy were back at the bistros and bars, but the lives of the poorest had been immeasurably damaged.

After losing their jobs during the lockdown, thousands were lining up for hours for a food handout — in one of the world’s richest cities.

Yet if this reality felt new and strange, in many ways it wasn’t.

The pandemic had simply made visible an underclass that had always existed beneath the surface.

Migrant workers have long lived in the housing projects on the city’s periphery. But many residents had previously chosen to ignore them.

Before the pandemic, these migrants often worked as cleaners and maids. Now they were jobless, relying on bags of donated food to survive.

But elsewhere in the city, residents rediscovered the joys of a Friday night.

The longer we traveled, the faster Europe seemed to accelerate.

Cars were back jamming the streets.

Chatter was returning to the classrooms.

Protesters were reclaiming the squares.

And families were beginning to meet again.

In a village near the Danish­-German border, we found a family reunited in celebration of a grandparent’s 88th birthday.

Borders were easing. Sophia Breuer returned by ferry to Germany, after visiting her mother in Denmark for the first time in months.

In Berlin, friends met again beside the Spree river.

On a bridge connecting Belgium with Germany, cross-border traffic was picking up.

At a supermarket in northern Belgium, the cashiers found an alternative to the face mask.

Across the continent, Europeans were gradually adapting to the new reality.

Proximity felt less novel. Travel felt more predictable.

The normal felt almost normal again.

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