Going to that church was a special revelation for me. First of all, I ran here to escape the torrential rain, which periodically caught up with me, weakening and intensifying. I ran from rain from temple to temple. In this case, from a closed Buddhist temple to a Catholic temple. In front of the temple of St. Jeanne, I had to cross a puddle 15 centimetres deep on foot, almost swimming, good thing I was wearing flip-flops. And so I walk almost dry into a brightly lit church where a service was held and there were many parishioners. That's why all the puddle-free seats outside the church were occupied by motorcycles! As I watched the service and listened to the chants, the downpour stopped and I walked freely outside. Standing on the star of the intersection of three streets planted with green old trees, next door to two parks, the church in my opinion has the best location among the city's temples. Construction of the church began in 1922 and was completed in May 1928. The church is not distinguished by any particular architectural style. A free compilation of classics, Romanesque style, Baroque. How do you say : "I made it out of what it was." But it didn't matter to me. As well as for the congregation, I'm sure. And above the entrance stood proudly a small figure of Jeanne in knightly armour and carrying a flag.