It's always a bittersweet day at the end of our current travels. Bidding farewell to the people, places and events we have encountered is sad. But the prospect of returning home is a welcoming feeling. It rained unrelentingly in Paris our last two days but we still managed to get to Sacre Coeur, the beautiful church on a hill at the highest point in the city. Construction was started in 1875 and it was consecrated at the end of World War I in 1919. When it was planned it was dedicated to compensating for the violence against the church by the Communards, but by the time it was completed it was also dedicated to the dead of World War I, the war that was supposed to end all wars.
