Everett went up the spiral pitchblack stairscase of this castle's tower by lantern light.
At the front doors of buildings scattered all over Berlin, sit these plaques. Today Everett and I passed this one and after a moment I asked him to turn his bike around and come take a look at this for an impromptu history lesson. I explained to my five year old the best I could that during the Second World War, Jewish families were taken from there homes, imprisoned, and sent to labor camps and these plaques remind passersby of the folks who lived in this building and were pulled from it. Raised just a tad above the stone and made of brass, they are meant to be brushed by the shoes of walkers so they keep their shine and catch your attention. Everett suggests, "daddy, maybe I can ride my bike tyres over them?". I say sure and suggestively ask why again we want them to shine, Ev answers "so we never forget".
chasser les bulles d'air in the south of France.