A shame this photo is a bit on the blurry side but the arches in this building were beautiful. It is the old town hall in Arnhem, somehow it remained standing when all around it the town was pretty much flattened during WW2, the walls are riddled with gouges and scars. My grandad was a paratrooper and dropped at the Battle of Arnhem, was taken in by a Dutch family and sheltered but eventually captured and sent to a POW camp. Years after the war he and my grandma and my dad and his brother used to go and visit the family who had looked after him, so I always felt I wanted to go and see where this all happened. It was a very odd feeling, quite surreal to stand and look at the bridge there being just a normal bridge full of cars and people just getting on with living. The small museum at the foot of the bridge was tiny but packed full of information and the gentleman we spoke to there gave us a heart rending story of his own experience of Operation Market Garden as he lived in Arnhem then as now but was 9 years old at the time. I thought he was very brave to tell his story to strangers, he said he rarely tells visitors so we were very touched.
Pots in their new homes
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