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For someone who is morbidly (ha) afraid of death - and I mean truly, awake-at-4am-thinking-it-over afraid - I sure do like my cemeteries. In fact, the more afraid of death I grow, the more I love cemeteries. They have to be old, though, and the pain far removed from them. I don't like new tombs at all, but old ones are so peaceful and beautiful.

I'm going to start a series in my LJ and post some photos of my favourite graveyards. Thus far, I have Pere-Lachaise and Montmarte (Paris), La Tour de Carol (French/Spanish border), that awesome old one in Boston, Lafayette, St. Louis No.1 and the one I can't remember (New Orleans), San Michele (Venice), various Greek and English cemeteries and, um, a deeply saddening one in Sarajevo. Exciting and weird times!

Jim Morrison, we salute you. And steal from your grave.

This one's too sad and shiny and poor Edith. ;_;

Heloise and Abelard. This is a terrible photo but let me show you why...

Seriously. Renovations, you're necessary but confound me. >:|

Herp derp

Modigliani and my icon hunny, his lover Jeanne Hebuterne <3

The monuments in the WWII/Holocaust memorial are really hard to even look at.

And now Oscar Wilde.

I'm not sure how I feel about this. I can't really judge as yes, I have kissed that grave myself before...

And perhaps Oscar would find it all rather splendid...

...But I judge this clown so hard. What kind of person writes in textspeak on a memorial? (Probaby the same asshat who wrote 'Bon Jovi' on the front).

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WOnderful set--I am particularly pleased to see Modigliani's resting place (I didn't know it was in Pere-Lachaise) and..yes, one must always take pictures of any DuLac mentions.

I have one from Lafayette No. 1 of the tomb of Marius (Francoise). Oh yes.

Wonderful idea...and get clicking in some of those marvelous English cemeteries, girl!

I remember casting a cursory glance over it years ago, but I became really interested in his life story and the intensity of his relationship with Hebuterne lately, so it was a personal mission to go and pay homage to him properly this time.

It seems everyone's buried in Pere Lachaise but I was a bit pressed for time (it was bitterly cold that day) so had to leave out Chopin, Moliere et al.

I was SUCH a nerd in New Orleans. Anything vaguely VC-ish got snapped. And yes, even though I am a rational being and they're not real, I still kept an eye out for any du Lacs in St. Louis. *embarrassed*

I promise to take some lovely English pics this weekend, if the sun puts in an appearance!