The city was left just as it was after the atrocities committed as a reminder to the horrors of war. The ability to find words to put events into context or even make sense escape me. I let the pictures tell their own story of a time long ago, a history that is never to be forgotten.
The day that Oradour-Sur-Glane was visited the most peculiar weather was observed. Spite the fact that the day was sunny and warm the sky opened open and it began to rain almost as if the city was forever caught in mourning.
