While poignant and emotional, it is also a celebration of life. We honour the dead by living our lives and there were social occasions with the locals. One family invited me to their home for "real coffee", as there were no cafes open on Anzac Day. Their hospitality was lovely.
The mayor hosted an event and speeches were made through interpreters, they then said they had a special lunch for me. They had local bakers practise for weeks to make the biggest pavlova I have ever seen. Not only was this homage to our national dish but they also thought that my name meant pavlova. I wasn't quite sure what to say about that.
Sir Don McKinnon, alongside many others, has raised funds to have a war memorial to tell the story of New Zealand's role in Le Quesnoy. With Weta Workshop involved I bet it will be incredibly powerful and I hope I get the chance to visit it one day.
If you ever get the opportunity to go to Le Quesnoy then grab it, you will be very welcome and if you go on Anzac Day you may even get to eat an Anzac meat butterfly.
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