My drive back had to include a stop in Orleans, a city on the Loire River, in Central France. New Orleans, Louisiana was named after this French city. I drove through its Centerville (or main area, usually the center of town). It was a large downtown area of upscale stores. Since it was just after Christmas people were still crowding the shopping area purchasing after holiday gifts. I would have parked and walked around a bit, but parking was tight and I just didn’t feel like fighting holiday shoppers — who had the advantage of knowing exactly how to park on the narrow streets of Orleans. The area was decked out in lovely holiday lights.
As I reached the edge of the shopping area, I was startled by the ringing of church bells. I looked up and beheld a phenomenal church. It was 17:00 (5:00pm) so the bell clanged five times.