Easter abroad

Our last day in Paris was Easter Sunday. We found the church, which had changed location since I lived here over 10 years ago. They now meet in the building that served as the Institute building off of St. Merri. We walked past the Centre Georges Pompidou to get here. 

Church services were fun. They have Sunday School classes in French, English, and Chinese. In sacrament meeting, non-French speakers can wear headphones to hear missionaries translating the talks. It was a beautiful Easter service. Here we are after church in the courtyard:

From church we walked to the Louvre. We knew it would be crowded, so we didn't even bother trying to get inside. My handsome hubby was looking very French with fresh baguettes in his backpack:

A close-up of a wall of the Louvre:

The day was so hot, I let the girls take off the jackets that went with their dresses. They were very grateful:

See the archway below, behind TJ? It's the Arc de Triomphe du Carrousel. It's an arch that represented some of Napoleon's victories. It's much smaller than the more famous arch that we saw earlier in the week:

We walked through the arch to get to the Tuileries Garden for our Sunday picnic. After lunch, we let the kids play and pulled out the kite that TJ got from Grandma B:

Pure joy.

I can't get over how lucky we are. How many people get to spend a Sunday afternoon flying kites with the Louvre as a backdrop. I will cherish this memory forever:

The dads would not be left out of the fun:

While the moms did... mom things:

Last stop: The Sacre Coeur - the highest point in Paris. We came here for the view. Unfortunately, so did a million other people. It was so crowded that it was difficult to keep track of everyone. But we did get a glimpse of the city below:

And the basilica above:

My beautiful family. Well, most of it anyway:

The girls wanted a picture of them in front of the Eiffel tower again. Unfortunately, it got washed out from the light in the background. That letter 'A' in the background is the base. Love that Bailey is always trying to ham it up:

Good bye Paris. 

...until next time.