Controls and bracelets, so Paris fits the hard version of the pass

PARIS – At the end of the corridor leading to the high-speed tracks, a cordon of boys with a non-threatening but determined look awaits you. Each with a shoulder bag. As soon as you pass the barrier you feel a bit like a certified organic chicken or a caciocavallo with a Dop stamp. Because, once they checked the Green Pass – in my Italian case – those young men took a numbered adhesive bracelet (919826, mine) from the bag to seal it on your wrist.