I am not a big fan of cemeteries. My dad died when I was 12 and is buried in Calvary Cemetery in Toledo. That was my first real exposure to cemeteries, which freaked me out at the time and for a long time after.
As an adult, I learned to enjoy walking around the lovely Green Lawn Cemetery in Columbus (looking for James Thurber's grave with "the last flower" on the headstone) as well as windswept cemeteries on Nantucket, which feel haunted by drowned sailors and whalers.
Even though I have had zero interest in touring Pere Lachaise when in Paris, I felt somewhat compelled to visit the grand necropolis of Recoleta Cemetery in Buenos Aires. I did not rush there. We had been in the city for a couple of months before I ventured there on a beautiful spring morning. I went alone because Boy has been full of questions about death, skeletons, and ghosts lately. I know it is natural for children to be interested in death, but I am not always ready to give the answers.
I found the Recoleta Cemetery creepy yet serenely peaceful. Hearing mourning doves seemed appropriate, and I heard no city sounds at all (once I left the crowds behind who were wandering around looking for Eva Perón's grave). Feral cats sleeping in the sun added to the tranquil nature of the setting.
I found the Recoleta Cemetery creepy yet serenely peaceful. Hearing mourning doves seemed appropriate, and I heard no city sounds at all (once I left the crowds behind who were wandering around looking for Eva Perón's grave). Feral cats sleeping in the sun added to the tranquil nature of the setting.
I enjoyed it so much that I ended up going three more times during our five months in the city.
Even if death or the celebrity of death makes you uncomfortable, one cannot help but marvel at the gorgeous, eclectic monuments and the overall scale (14 acres) of the place.
Although most of the facades and graves are well cared for, many are not. It is common to find dilapidated family crypts with broken glass and trash inside. Wooden caskets are completely visible as are family photos, dead or plastic flowers, and dirty lace coverlets over the caskets.
Some masoleums have numerous tiny caskets stacked on top of one another -- not sure if they held babies or cremated remains. In the ones you can see inside, there are also narrow steps going down with five or so caskets stacked on top of each other.
Here are some beautiful things in the cemetery that resonated with me:
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resting putto |
a bronze relief honoring a doctor |
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a life-size sculpture honoring a woman who founded a school |
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larger than life, this is mounted against black granite |
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art deco beauty and simplicity -- I love the typography |
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a sculpture honoring a blind woman with her dog: she was killed in an accident on her honeymoon |
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one of the very few reminders of death in the Recoleta Cemetery |