St. Etienne

In going to Spencer's third mission area we strayed somewhat from the touristical path. We're in St. Etienne now, which in place of glory and glamour offers all sorts of (post-) industry, sociology and economics. Family history too!

You can see the difference. You can also, as our guide and his perspectives made clear, feel the viability.

Here are our digs this time. Modest. No World Cup. Hot water, though, three distinct places to lay our heads, and the lock worked.

Here's St. Etienne's branch of the big, flaky Paul bakery chain, where Elders Duncan and Pincock used to stop and refuel every quite frequently.

Spence and Mum reflect upon all that.

We could put a photo here of all of the mosquito or flea or bedbug or whatever bites that now started breaking out across Spencer's various extremities. We won't do it, but we'll mention that it happened!

Here's where the elders lived. One floor up and two windows to the left of the big pair of underwear.