For the second to last day, we decided to do the Parliament Building tour, which meant going there buying tickets, and the returning on the appointed time, which for us, was 2 hours later. They have tours in many languages and a board shows what times and how many tickets are available.
I started taking pictures on our walk there because every corner turned showed more beautiful buildings.
Inside was decorated so well, but we chose to sit outside under umbrellas.
I often get intrigued by the shoes people wear for travel and start taking pics of feet instead of sites. One of these days, I might make a collage of shoe pictures from other countries.
Waiting waiting waiting....and we ran into Marcus the man from Munich who had been on the food tour. We also saw him the da before at the baths, but he was in a pool as we walked by and it would be have been a weird place and time to stop to chat.
I then looked down and in front of me were many stones laid on the ground with other objects, such as plants, a pair of old shoes, etc and above it, a string of pictures with comments on them. They were written by family members who had lost someone in the concentration camps. Some were long stories and some said simply, "These were my grandparents who died in Auschwitz before I was born."
It breaks my heart.