There was also a Children's Memorial Hall for the 1.5 million children who perished. The hall was totally black except for a single candle that got reflected by a multitude of mirrors so that you seem to see a thousand points of light from the candle throughout the dark room and you hear the continuous enumeration of children's names, their ages and locales.
In the afternoon, I returned to the Old City and had a chance to enter the Holy Sepulchre Church Edicule, which is the revered spot of the burial of Jesus. We were fortunate because the line was short. We had a solemn moment inside. It was a reconstructed marble resting place. We also entered the Coptic Chapel of St Helena where I had a longer moment of prayer.