station and had a walk through the large FNAC bookstore to check on any recent books that might be useful to our publications. I try always to stay abreast of new publication on societal issues, family issues, geopolitical expositions that can make our writing more current in French. This time the main theme present was the rise of support for homo-sexual marriage. There was quite an extensive section of books on that; all of them that I could see were in favor. What a sea change we've undergone in the West over just the past few years.
At noon I made my way over a few metro stops to a restaurant where I met Alex for lunch and conversation. I had the privilege of baptizing him a few years back and we often try to get together for a meal when I come through Paris. He’s suggested a place called L’Epouvantail
(the Scarecrow), but it wasn’t scary at all; on the contrary. We both had a mushroom and cream salad for the first course and pollock (fish) on a bed of mashed vegetables. Both were delicious. As we ate we caught up on all the news both personal and church and discussed events in the world and other items helpful to our mutual faith.
When Alex headed back to work (French workers often get up to two hours off for lunch - and then work later), I went to the gigantic Louvre Museum, which used to be a royal palace, to shoot some photos of new Ancient Near-East exhibits that I intend to use to illustrate some lectures for my Daniel and Revelation module at Foundation Institute, which will start Monday. The Louvre has some artifacts from Nebuchadnezzar’s Babylon, and many from the succeeding Persian periods. It’s fascinating to see some of these items and think, "the Prophet Daniel probably saw this wall panel in his day." I hope some of these photos will add interest to my lectures.
I caught a train back to the hotel by the airport and will have a light dinner and turn in early, at the end of these longs trips the fatigue has accumulated and I don’t have much trouble sleeping.
Tomorrow, if all goes as planned I’ll fly home and enjoy being reunited with my wonderful wife.
Thursday I wanted to sleep in but I woke up early in spite of myself: jet lag. I had a wonderful hot shower and a nice French breakfast of fruit pastry and coffee, and worked in my room for a few hours. Then I caught the RER regional train into Paris. The trips take half an hour to 45 minutes. I detrained at the huge