A youth ticket kind of day.
The exciting surprise of not 3, not 4, but NINE (9) new friends who play volleyball in Évreux who wanted to see Paris, most for the first time.
My favorite hike up Montmartre to the breathtaking Sacré-Coeur.
Listening to the magical harpist on the steps of the hill, staring dreamily into the Parisian skyline, and keeping it as a content and satisfying moment.
This beautiful day was...
Delighting in a meal with friends on the best street in Paris, Rue Cler.
Sunny, but with the cool breeze to make the weather happy and free as we spooned our fresh gelato.
Walking and smiling under the ever-majestic Eiffel Tower.
Our wonderful Sunday was...
Hearing the deepest sermon on Psalm 23 I can remember (or maybe the only? It seems like pastors tend to avoid the "cliché" passages in favor of more "unique" messages. Pastor Tim rocked it, so other pastors should really up their game.).
Singing praises to the glorious God of this earth - He is greater than just being in America, and He reigns in our hearts with just as much strength and power as we seek His grace wherever we are.
"Joining" the middle of the line for a walk-through of Notre-Dame mass.
A morning of tour-guiding famous Paris sites, then an afternoon of turning all of our attention to Christ.
It was my perfect day.
My French life has resumed. The universe is in balance once again, and we are grateful each and every day of this existence.
(The tourists had Starbucks, not me.)
(No drinking on the job.)