About a decade ago, a friend and I visited the infamous Dachau concentration camp, just outside Munich Germany. As a Jew the experience was intense and overwhelming. We visited the barracks, gas chambers, crematorium, and later the cemetery where untold remains of hundreds of thousands of our people are buried.
The last place we visited was a small chapel. It was tastefully built in a way that you would not know it was not original to the site. Although it was clearly a church, perhaps run by a local monastic order, it was appropriate and welcoming to all.