Hiroshima is one of the most vibrant places I have ever visited, but the specter of atomic war and the unimaginable destruction that is synonymous with the name of this city cannot be ignored when one finds himself walking its streets. The knowledge of the fiery hell that ruptured the calm of an August morning in the clear blue sky above this city sixty-three years ago is unsettling.
I "borrowed" the picture above.
We were here today.
It is a solemn, if not eerily, hallowed place.
