Day #3

I'd underestimated postwar poverty; there is a sense that things were worst than during the war because as Europe was trying to put itself back together, these people had no idea when or how it would improve.  And they had shame to deal with.

As we drive away from the house the mountains are clear around us and we visit the cemetery one more time.  We find yesterday's flowers already wilting in the heat.  Fresh is still best though.