It was a somber morning. The gray, foggy weather seemed fitting for this look back at the Holocaust atrocities that occurred just a few decades ago in this very place.
There were many groups of high school age students on this Tuesday, and also lots of other visitors. It is difficult to find words to express the thoughts and emotions of this experience. Perhaps these photos will suffice. May we never forget…
A friend of my hosts is a recently retired teacher who lives in Dachau. Gustav invited us to meet him for lunch and then have a walk around the town. Dachau has a rich history which is now overshadowed by the atrocities of the 1930’s and 40’s.
We walked up a hill, along the old city wall, and saw the site of the former “toll booth” where everyone entering the city had to pay a toll back in the day. At the top of the hill was…you guessed it: another castle.
We could see some of Munich, to the south, and if the weather had been clearer, we could have seen miles further, to the Alps. (Gustav later showed us a photograph to prove it.)
There were no photos allowed in the little art museum where we saw many impressionist era paintings by members of the Dachau art colony in the late part of the 19th century (and early 20th century).
We ended the afternoon with homemade Apfelkuchen (apple cake) at Gustav’s house before our drive back to Munich.
This Journey Begins Now 