It was decided that we'd be sent to the 18ème in Paris for a few days, and so at 9:30 pm the Intendant and Greffier drove us into Paris. They neglected to bring a map, and so we wandered around the one-way streets of northern Paris in the dark in the mission van. Finally, we turned a corner and into a blaze of light. I thought at first it was an epiphany of some sort. It was--it was also the Moulin Rouge. There was also a minor traffic jam, and we weren't moving. The office staff was quite excited by this time, and the posters and people around didn't help. "Whips?!? Chains?!? LEATHER?" cried one, "Don't look, just drive Frère, just drive." Their nervousness increased when they remembered a blue was in the car, and I was instructed to say nothing. They told President Jones about their misfortune the next day. All reports say he laughed. My mission was never the same afterwards.

Elder Gregory Smith, submitted to the former site