We awoke to a very clear morning – a great start to a day that would touch each of us emotionally as Canadians. We remember our Canadian soldiers who lost their lives during World War I. Lidia started the morning by reading a ‘In Flanders’s Fields” by McRae.
Molly’s great uncle fought in the town of 
so we set out to find the Canadian monument in the town. What we found was a poor town, and a monument to the French who lost their lives in both world wars. 
Then we asked a friendly police man, 
who directed us to the town of 
We were fortunate – thanks to Elsie’ exploring – to make contact with the caretaker of the facility and the nearby church. He showed us both the monument from a better angle, and also the German ammunitions bunker 
that is in his yard, along with a very old turtle..
After a quick coffee and a break for Manfred – we were ready to get back into the bus, but not before we watched the bride arrive for the wedding that was taking place in the church. The bride very graciously acknowledged the gaggle of Canadians that were poised with our cameras.
Then we were off to visit the monument at Vimy Ridge, a mere 45 minutes away. 
This was an experience of intense Canadian Pride.
We left the monument with not only an appreciation of its beauty of the monument – but more important a sense of appreciation for those who fought and died for our freedom so many years ago. We gained a sense of pride, awe and humility.
We also gained an appreciation of how fortunate we are to live in 
The monument is absolutely magnificent as the next few pictures will depict.
After spending time at both the monument, the museum and the trenches we were headed into our hotel in 
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