After the end of World War 2 I lived in the South of France enjoying the warmth of the Riviera sun and the blue of the Mediterranean sea but I was unable to escape the aftermath of the German occupation. Cycling in the French Alps, I came across many stone shrines adorned with flowers and inscribed with the names of male and female resistance fighter executed by the Gestapo.
I also cycled in Belgium with life beginning to return to normal but with roads ruined by bomb and shell craters.
Derek Buttle
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