by – at the Madama Butterfly opera in Vienna
– at the Orangerie Museum in Paris when I saw Monet’s Waterlilies and little school children listening with open mouths to their teacher talk about art
– at Keukenhof gardens when I saw a sea of tulips in bloom
– at the cemetery in Alpbach when I spotted a plastic dinosaur amidst the flowers at the grave of a five year old boy
– at Anne Frank House in Amsterdam, through my tour and particularly when I heard the short speech from Anne’s father when he says, “we truly never understand our children”.
