Spring continues to spread all around us as witnessed by these beautiful trees and flowers we walk by on our way to the temple every day.
After three and a half months of waiting, we finally got our Cartes de Sejour (residency permits) for the coming year. To get them cost 572 Euros and three trips to the local sub-prefecture in Saint Germain-en-Laye, a 45 minute bus ride and walk from our apartment. We got there an hour before the office opened, and there were already 7 people in line. By the time the office opened, there were over 50 people in line. You can see my head (with hat), standing a little ways back in the picture.
Saint Germain-en-Laye is the birthplace of my favorite composer, Claude Debussy. We had to stop and take a picture beside a statue honoring him.
On the way back, we just missed the bus, so we had to wait a half hour in the early morning cold. We found a little French cafe, and treated ourselves to hot chocolate and French bread with butter. Yum.
The temple was closed on Saturday, April 6th, for General Conference, so a member of the temple presidency, Pierre Lazeras, invited the temple senior missionary couples to take a guided tour of a corner of Paris. He is a retired physician and amateur historian, so he was a wonderful tour guide. We visited a series of victory arches on the east side of Paris, and then visited the Museum of Science and Technology. Here a some of the pictures we took.
In the train on the way to Paris.
We had to get pictures of our wives standing beside the famous clock and suitcase statues in front of Gare St. Lazare.
A fun thing they do at construction sites in Paris is cover
the construction sites with fun pictures like this one showing musicians at the bottom and a man carrying a suitcase climbing stairs.
We took lots of pictures at the museum, but we'll bore you with only a few we thought interesting.
The last two pictures are of the plaster model of the Statue of Liberty, and a one-sixteenth bronze model of the Statue of Liberty. The one in the U.S., as you all should know, is a gift from France to celebrate the 100th anniversary of our Declaration of Independence.
After visiting the museum, we stopped for a quick lunch at a seafood sandwich store. Little did we know that we would be eating while a garbage truck was creeping up the street towards us making loud noises and bad smells.
We consoled ourselves with a delicious pastry from a nearby bakery that is the oldest pastry shop in Paris. The pain au chocolate was the best we've had so far in France.
On the way home, we encountered several problems. Because of Yellow Vest demonstrations, the "C" RER train was shut down at the station we needed. So we took a metro south to Chatillon, thinking we could catch the T6 tram back to Le Chesnay. But the T6 tram only goes to Chatillon/Montrouge, so we had to catch a bus. But because of construction, the bus stop had been moved. We finally found it, when we noticed the "86" on the back of a green street sign. In the picture, Brian Pitcher and Wayne are trying to figure out when the next bus will come. After taking that bus, we had to once again walk around major construction to find the T6 station that would take us as far as Viroflay Rive Gauche. From there we had to take the U bus, which goes to Parly 2 near were we live, but because we needed to go with the Pitcher's to pick up 2 patio chairs and a small table we bought from them, we had to get off the U bus and walk for 20 minutes to their apartment. Then, carrying the chairs and table, we had to walk another 20 minutes to our apartment. Needless to say, we were exhausted. Despite being so tired, we stayed up late to watch the Saturday sessions of General Conference, which went from 6 pm to 8 pm and from 10 pm to midnight our time. Thankfully, we could sleep in on Sunday.
We thoroughly enjoyed conference, and have already started re-watching the talks. The themes we noticed, of course, were the temple, repentance, and keeping on the covenant path. Elder Holland's talk covered on of Wayne's pet peeves: the incredible noise level while he plays Sacrament Meeting preludes.
The Monday after Sunday's sessions, we went for a wonderful 2 hour bike ride around the Grand Bassin of the Versailles grounds. Here are two of the pictures we took:
Last Saturday, April 13th, we had a farewell gathering for two senior couples going home. The Pitcher's (who were our trainers) and the Piepgrass's are the last two original senior missionaries. They began serving their 23 month missions right after the Paris Temple was dedicated on May 21, 2017. We will sorely miss them. One of the miracles of serving on a mission is how you grow to love the people you serve as well as the people you serve with.
We will always treasure the time we served together with Brian and Cindy Pitcher, who are returning to their home in Sterling, Utah, not far from Logan. Serving in the Temple continues to lift our spirits daily. We try to see all who come to the temple as our Savior, Jesus Christ, sees them. Thinking of how precious each soul is in His sight helps us perform our responsibilities carefully, not casually, as Sister Becky Craven taught in her conference talk. We thank the Lord every day for this opportunity to serve Him at the Paris Temple.
On April 29th, the very next day after posting our last blog, we took the train into Paris. We had bought a book called "10 Walks to Discover Paris", and decided to take walk #1, which covered the Ile de la Cite and the Ile Saint Louis. This walk begins at the Pont Neuf, which you see in the background of the first picture, and goes the length of the two islands in the Seine River in the oldest part of the heart of Paris. In French, if you say you are as strong as the Pont Neuf, it means you are healthy and strong. The Pont Neuf is interesting for several reasons. It is the oldest original bridge still standing in Paris. It is also the first bridge built with no houses on it. It is the first bridge built with niches where people can sit and visit or where vendors can sell their wares.
On the west end of Ile de la Cite, right on the point of the island, is a little park. It was filled with local Parisians eating picnic lunches with their families. Apparently not many tourists come here.
