From January 5-9, BBC One showed the series The Diary of Anne Frank.
I live in Fulham and recently visited the Anne Frank House in Amsterdam.
Here are my impressions of the museum.
The Anne Frank House is a far cry from busy, traffic-ridden Fulham Road. It is situated next to the canal, close to proud, stone buildings and warm waterside restaurants. It is a popular destination.
The queues to get in are longest in the morning, but by the late afternoon it only takes about a quarter of an hour to enter.
If the idea of spending all your time in Amsterdam inside a coffee shop doesn't appeal, if you would like to move away from the red light district and see an elegant corner of the city and if you would like to learn a little more about the history of Amsterdam from a deeply personal perspective, then the Anne Frank House is worth a visit.
It turns the contents of the diary into a concrete reality. It reveals to visitors the same brutal truth as the diary: how much the Jews suffered during the Second World War.
The exhibition is so direct and moving that it takes you by surprise.
It is simple and sad, like Anne Frank's story. Anne Frank was a 13-year-old Jewish girl who hid with her family in a secret annex in her father's office for two years during the Second World War, when Hitler was rounding up and killing Jews.
She wrote a diary while she was in hiding, which was later discovered and published after the War.
She and her family were eventually discovered by the Nazis and sent to concentration camps. Anne Frank died of typhus one month before the end of the war. At the Anne Frank House, the secret annex has been preserved. You can pass through the doorway, concealed behind a moveable bookcase, which led to the annex. You are able to wander through the rooms - now all cleared of their furnishings - where Anne Frank used to creep about and dream of playing outside.
By keeping memories of the Holocaust alive, museums like the Anne Frank House aim to work towards this ideal and prevent the horrors of the Second World War from happening again.
Hilary Arrowsmith Fulham