Travel | Paris | Holocaust
Finding Sorrow and Solace in Le Marais
A somber visit to Mémorial de la Shoah
On a quiet street near a quiet corner not too far from the Seine in Paris burns an eternal flame.
It burns for the solace that those who were lost will not be forgotten.
It burns for those who until recently refused to remember.
And it burns for Jacqueline Jedynak, 11, who remains frozen in time, forever wedded to a summer day in 1942 when she was snatched from her home by a gendarme and sent to her death at Auschwitz along with her father Jacob, mother Merla, sister Paulette, and some 22,000 other Parisians, most of whom were women and children. All that remains of Jaqueline is her pretty purple dress on display, stitched with a yellow Star of David that looks almost purposely, fashionably color-coordinated.
I happened upon the Mémorial de la Shoah a decade ago and quite by accident during a run down a side street through the now-fashionable Le Marais neighborhood.
I at first thought it was some sort of military or political facility. Its imposing…