I love historic cemeteries, they’re fascinating, poignant and peaceful all at the same time. Lafayette Cemetery in New Orleans is on my wish list (I’m weird, I know!) and when I backpacked around Europe years ago, like a lot of gen-Xers, I visited Jim Morrison’s grave at Père Lachaise Cemetery which was sort of touristy yet the cemetery itself was romantic; ornate and full of history.
We visited an old, local cemetery recently and Ant and I spent an hour or so there, wandering around in the late afternoon sun looking at the beautifully aged headstones and graves, a lot of them crumbling and broken (which was fairly distressing to see at first, why can’t they be looked after better by the council?!). There’s a gorgeous, massive old tree there and I spotted tiny yellow leaves falling down and dappled sunlight across the headstones. As we were walking out though, we saw one with a new photograph attached of a middle aged bloke with a huge grin, hugging an older lady who looked like his mum and I became suddenly very sad.
Anyway, if you want a strangely peaceful afternoon and a healthy dose of perspective, a lovely old cemetery’s the place.