A long time ago, I lived in France. In 1972, My father was asked by his employer to be an assistant director in the Paris office, an assignment I'm quite sure he was only too delighted to accept.
We wound up staying in France for six years, from just before my tenth birthday to just before my sixteenth. I don't think I realized at the time just what a wonderful experience I was having. Ten-year-old boys are noted for being especially perceptive, a failing I'm afraid stayed with me for much of our time in France.
I went back later, serving a mission for the LDS Church. So you see, France is a big part of my life, and a part I want to remember. These pages will help me do that. I hope that there may be something here that you will enjoy as well.
You may want to visit my time line.