Iwas scrolling through the massive number of photographs that I took on a trip to Venice and came upon this picture. Five modest brass plaques set into the pavement of an alley on the edge of Venice, commemorating the murders, during the Holocaust, of five women of the same family. Similar ones are scattered in the back streets of the city, by the doorsteps of their homes. These little plates on the flags of a tiny alley had huge impact on me; a small monument to people whose lives were unimportant in the sweep of history. We should always remember that underneath the grand story there are real, humble, lives.