I’m definitely someone who likes graveyards, I always find them tranquil and moving places, and come away invariably instilled with a sense of peace and calm. Keats and Yeats are on your side/Wilde is on mine. Different cultures have different ways of dealing with death, and I’m learning about how they do it here in Tuscany. This poster (left), just down the road from me, has been up since January. It’s a death notice, for a 90-year-old resident of Chiusure.

It was only this weekend that I discovered the local cemetary, after living here for nearly five months, because it’s three-quarters of the way around the village from me, the “wrong” way around the one-way system, or circonvallazione. So you’d have to really want to go there, to find it. (I’ve already photographed the cemetary at nearby town San Giovanni d’Asso in December, right.) People around these parts are interred above ground, in the main, with just a small panel of marble on show for people to remember them by. It’s quite charming, really, and I love what people have done for the headstones, with photographs and little light bulbs and flowers.