The last people I expected to find in Arbour Hill were Padraig Pearse, James Connolly, and Sean McDermott. I would have bet money that they were all safely ensconced in…
In southeastern Hungary, near the Croatian border, we stopped at Villánykövesd, one of the five villages that comprise the Villány wine region that stretches 25km to include the twelve settlements…
Chiesa di Santa Chiara is more than a church, it’s an indoor cemetery. Until 1767, it was home to the Jesuit fathers but later, after the Jesuits had been expelled…
For the most part, Christians and Jews are buried lying down, while Muslims are buried standing up. Or so I’ve heard. In Gangi, Sicily, there’s a Catholic church where the…
I’m deviating slightly with this post as I’m not writing about a cemetery but about an attitude to death and dying. All of us have our own take on death.…
Heading out of Scicli, our visit over, we turned back on ourselves as I carefully navigated a hairpin bend on a steep hill. There, over in the distance, MI spotted…
Knowing I had a thing about cemeteries, the lovely Bulu made a detour and took us to St John’s Anglican Church in Mbweni. As with most churches these days outside…
I finally got in to see the Jewish Cemetery in Nagykanizsa. We’d tried a few times but it was closed. This time, the chap was driving away as we pulled…
