Friday, 11 November 2016

11 novembre. Le Jour de l’Armistice



The north of France was occupied in both World Wars and suffered a lot of damage, both to humans and, more visibly, to buildings. Large areas of Valenciennes are very new, not because the town planners thought it would be a good idea, but because the area had been flattened and people needed places to live and work, hospitals and administrative centres. Most families in the area must have lost someone in one or both of them, so it’s felt quite different being here compared to in the UK. There are the obvious differences: the numerous large war cemeteries, the few graves tucked away in a small village graveyard.

The programme of events had started with wreath-laying ceremonies at the Commonwealth and Russian cemeteries, French Customs Officers and French people who died for their country: soldiers, Resistance and people who had the strength of mind to stand up for themselves.

We woke up too late for this and Wilf went out to get bread. The baker’s is between us and the cemetery. He was wearing jeans and a hoody and was running quite fast. Security is tight today. The police car that passed him swung around at the roundabout and asked him where he was going. He reckons that he was too old to be considered a major threat and he was allowed on his way to buy the croissants.

We missed the “revue of troops” but got there in time for the procession of sports clubs. We knew there were quite a few clubs and that they seemed popular but were surprised that so many people came out to walk, having heard of the struggle scout and church groups have in the UK to turn out. It was all very relaxed: a stroll around the square to the accompaniment of the town brass band, clubs with their uniform and usual equipment, kids, parents, grandparents, several hundred showing their support for the football team. Lots of smiles, waves and clapping from the spectators and participants. Once all had gone by, the music was halted and we heard De Gaulle’s speech telling the country that the war was over. 

There was no silence at eleven o’clock. 
My new running and Nordic walking club

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