On my most recent visit to Paris, I was staying in the 18th arrondissement. This was a new area for me. I loved the vibrant mix of cultures so evident as you walked the area. The street market set up 3 days a week was a visual array of fruit, vegetables, fish, seafood and meat.
One day I was out exploring and making my way to Sacre Coeur. I decided to approach it directly by the streets of the 'backside' where I was located. It was interesting to take another approach, rather than the usual one off the Boulevard Rochechouart, to this icon of Paris.
I saw some beautiful Parisian street scenery. I love the look of the buildings and the apartments. Sometimes my imagination wandered thinking of what it would be like to live in Paris in one of the apartments I saw.
At one point, I heard the voices of children. As a former educator I was caught up in the sounds of outdoor play. Obviously I was near a school or nursery school. I continued my walk and the voices became louder. The school was in sight.
Just before I got to the door of the school, I saw a wall plaque. I quickly scanned it and then stopped, stunned as I read it. It was in memory of the Jewish children of that school who were deported to the Nazi camps during World War II. Gulp! As a human, as a parent, as an educator, I read that plaque over and over. Yes, I had heard about this happening, but this was a real reminder of the sad events.
I would have missed this experience had I not taken the 'road less travelled'. Yes, the usual tourist routes are great, and should not be overlooked, but little sojourns like this enrich your travels.
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