Saturday evening I again borded a train for Esbly and again, I was greeted by Emilie Voke but this time I was greeted by a familiar face, a friend.
Eglise Protestante Evangelique d'Ésbly's first youth group meeting was that night. We went to a crêperie on the main street and sat in the backyard amongst an old bike, an unfinished patio, and other miscellaneous and forgotten objects. The 11 of us sat in a variety of chairs around tables that bumped our knees. They spoke in French about past studies and future topics. When I forgot to concentrate on the conversation, I noticed the shapes of the clouds and the sky turning grey, wondering when the lights would be turned on. At one point, I saw an enormous yellow cat with a protruding belly.
The food was absolutely delicious. Best Nutella crêpe.
These sorts of evenings are my favorite.
My French listening skills are slowly improving.
(My camera died on the way there so I dont have any pictures.)

Jardins des Plantes. Walked through here Saturday afternoon.