We spent the morning teaching - class sizes were small and there was a relaxed familiarity in the way we worked with one another.
After lunch, we all climbed into the vans and spent a subdued hour visiting the memorial to the Belgian UN soldiers who were attacked and died in Kigali. The grave stones are tall obelisk-like columns. Flowers are strung through the series of horizontal clefts that mark the age of the victims.
Inside the bullet-pocked building, a small and thoughtful museum on the history of world genocide and Rwanda's genocide was laid out.
The thoughtful, straightforward display was meaningful, and in this case, my pictures speak louder than words:
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