I glanced sadly at the building and said to D that it this might need some restauration.The whole building had holes everywhere. Like so many pockmarks. I felt bad for the building.
A section of the courthouse in Rouen:
Upon a closer inspection, we found a marker that explained it all.
It is all about war.
I am in France. This is not my native country but my husband is born here with of course generations of his family. They lived and suffered through WWII. That is why I am letting D and his photos illustrate this post.
This is a marker on the courthouse. I shall translate the marker:
” The impacts of the bombs during the bombing of Red week( 30 May to 5 June 1944) and 26 August 44 were voluntarily maintained in their state to pay tribute to and to perpetrate the memory of the thousands of victims of these crucial days and remind us what price was paid by the city of Rouen for the liberation of France”.
Scars left from the bombings…
Gargoyle sentinels of the courthouse.
I am not a military history buff. But, I am sensitive to how History has shaped each of us, our families and our nations.
In France during WW II, neither D’s uncle nor his Dad were drafted in WWII (they were too young). But it did mark years of sacrifice, rationing and hunger that the family vegetable garden happily helped to alleviate.
At the same time in the US, my father had already enlisted in the US Navy when Pearl Harbor was bombed.
The world is not so small at all…
but the same suffering and sadness.
Wishing Peace to all.