THEY call it the Remembrance Park.
I like a graveyard, mostly because it makes me feel better about my character names, a lot of real people had crazy names. You’ll see.
One day we had some time, and Dad wanted to walk. So we took a taxi to the church on the hill, just up the hill actually from where David used to be, and walked back.
Around back of this church is a really great graveyard, huge and cool and free.
Detail: Establishing shot for the cool bust.
Portrait: This is the sort of bust I’d like to have over my grave.
I mean look at him, he just doesn’t care.
Most people when they’re posing for their busts comb their hair, put on a suit and take off their hat.
Not this guy! He doesn’t care!
Good job, guy.
Detail: Mark Yesterday
Detail: James Strong, and his wife, White Strong.
Detail: The Write family.
Detail: Ms. Death Party.
{Not actually what her name was, but it’s what it looks like.}
Detail: These Celts kind of surprised me.
How did they get all the way down here?
These little buildings were everywhere, the signs called them “Chapels” and they were like a tiny church built over your dead relative.
Dad wants to build one like this is our yard.
Panorama: My best Panorama of Florence.
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—Jacob