I visited the Ann Frank House when I was 13, the same age she was when she began her diary. I had read her diary a couple of years before that.
The most striking thing was the *complete silence*. All those visitors slowly shuffling through, and all you could hear were their muffled footsteps. No one spoke a word. I will never forget it.
We’ve been to the Holocaust museum in DC twice now. One pre and one post COVID. The post trip was nicer in that limited amount of people were let in and the tone was more quiet, respectful. The pre trip was just wall to wall people and you couldn’t stop to read and appreciate the content.