Maybe it's because I grew up across the street from a cemetery, and the vacant cemetery field was my playground for flying kites and picking wild aspargus and daisies. I learned to ride my bike on the quiet cemetery lanes.
That may be the reason I feel at home in cemeteries here and abroad and often find myself stopping along the road during my travels to take photos.
This is near the mountain village of Castans, France.
This is a cemetery in Greece, in the Peloponese.
And this is in Northern Italy
This is a cemetery in Portugal
and in Cardona, Spain
and in London I unexpectedly came across Captain Blighs tombstone
1 comment:
so much more beautiful than 90 percent of US cemeteries..
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