Sometimes P-days are highjacked by country necessities but... a mandatory trip into the city on bus and train broke the ice of Le Chesnay...we now know how to get around even if we don't like it. A 15 minute bus ride from our apartment near Versailles got us into the station on Rive-droit where we caught the train to Paris. 
The views were interesting as we sped through the outskirts, past the graffiti walls and finally caught a glimpse of the Eiffel Tower.
Our train stop was called, La Defense where we switched to go to Chatelet Les Halles. Several flights underground found us struggling to figure out how to get out of the huge underground and above ground mall.
Finally we emerged to find ourselves walking past the back of the tragically burned Notre Dame.
Where street venders of "Les Halles" were setting up their wares. I remember sitting eating "French onion soup" smothered with grated Gruyere cheese 50 years earlier as a zone leader in Paris.
Then we made our way past the huge George Pompidou center. We had no idea what it was as we walked by. It looked like some kind of Disneyland ride. Little did we know that it was a famous museum.
and up a narrow street to the St. Merri building where the FH library and Paris wards are housed.
Once assembled, all the new missionaries gathered then walked to the metro to ride to the government mandated medical exams for our long term visas.
Once finished, now near five pm, we left the group to ride directly back to Le Chesnay and the tranquility of our apartment for an evening of popcorn and an episode of Star Trek on Netflix.
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