After visiting the Anzac battlefield sites at Fromelles, we drove on another 40 kilometres to the historic French town of Arras. Arras also has its own World War One stories to tell, though we did not have time to explore them, as we leave first thing in the morning. I went for a short walk around the two main squares in the town and took these photographs, but I returned to the hotel after about half an hour. My brother Rod and his wife Cornelia ventured a little further, and found a cathedral where one of the walls had been punctured by bullets or artillery fire in places.
Most of the restaurants in Arras were closed on Monday evenings, but we eventually found one that was open on Heroes Square. We had some good French food accompanied by a fine Bordeaux red, then headed back to the hotel to get a good night’s rest after another emotional day.