My right knee was tremendously sore towards the end of marathon 33 and we made the decision to take a rest day today in Bar-Le-Duc. After a lazy morning of croissants and cups of tea we visited a World War 1 memorial in Verdun. Thousands of graves lined the hillside with the names of young soldiers engraved on them. A short film with footage from the trenches served as a poignant reminder of how lucky we are to enjoy all the freedoms we tend to take for granted today. In the evening we loaded the car ready to get back to the marathons once again. Patrice, who joined me in yesterday’s run, visited us on the site with his daughter bringing some gifts. We have met some amazingly generous and supportive people on our journey from Rome!