We
got away early this morning in the pouring rain and the pretty road
we photographed yesterday was swathed in low cloud. However, we made
good time to Oradour-sur-Glane. On our way we had our first
experience of a toll motorway, rather fumbling when it came to pay,
as the instructions were not particularly clear and we thought 7.20
Euros for about 20 miles was a bit pricey. We found the “Aire de
Repos” we had earmarked fairly easily. There are 29 pitches, with
a service point for water and emptying waste. The “aire” itself
is free of charge; you pay 2 Euros for the services. There are
probably about twenty 'vans parked here this evening of various
nationalities, British, French, Dutch, Austrian. It's ideal for an
overnight stop.
After
lunch we walked to “La Village Martyr”, details courtesy of
Lonely Planet (thanks Chris, Marie, Louise and Steve!)
“On
the afternoon of 10 June 1944, the little town of Oradour-sur-Glane
witnessed one of the worst Nazi war crimes committed on French soil.
German lorries surrounded the town and ordered the population on to
the market square. The men divided into groups and forced into
barns, where they were machine-gunned before the structures were set
alight. Several hundred women and children were herded into the
church, and the building was set on fire, along with the rest of the
town. Only one woman and five men survived the massacre; 642 people,
including 193 children, were killed. Since these events the entire
village has been left untouched, compete with tram tracks, pre-war
electricity lines, the blackened shells of buildings and the rusting
hulks of 1930's automobiles – an evocative memorial to a
once-peaceful village caught up in the brutal tide of war. After the
war, Oradour was rebuilt a few hundred metres west of the ruins.”
An
evocative memorial indeed. The exhibition centre alongside gives a
great deal of background and contextual information. We came away in
rather sombre mood, but it was well worth the visit.
We visited here in June 2012 and like you, we came away in a sombre mood and glad we were not alive in those times. We noticed how eerily quiet it was and all the visitors seemed to speak in hushed voices.
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