Everywhere in Warsaw there are traces of the past: the horrible past of World War 2. Everywhere there are memorials and monuments, marking deaths under Nazi occupation. This one seems particularly poignant: only one word – murdered – and the date. It’s at the top of parkland just behind our apartment above the clay-pit lake, overarched by a tree in full blossom.
I’m linking this post to Paula’s Thursday’s Special. Have a look at her very special Corsican church and contributions from other bloggers.