
A great number of the crypts were above ground, and just about the size of a large phone booth (note the guy on the side for scale).

Many of the upright crypts had stained glass images on the back wall, like this one nicely backlit by the sun.

One of the many avenues throughout the cemetary, giving it a real city of the dead kind of vibe.

One of the cooler grave markers. No dates, but plenty of art deco style.

We spent the better part of the afternoon strolling through the cemetary and had a nice relaxing time, due in no small part to the quiet neighbors.

The grave of the pianist Frederick Chopin.

Jim Morrison’s grave. I remembered photos of a white bust of him with all sorts of colored graffiti and candle wax drippings on it, but apparently in 1987 they cleaned up, and the bust was stolen in 1988. So his parents put up this headstone. In greek is written Kata Ton Daimona Eaytoy. In old Greek, it translates to “To the Divine Spirit Within Himself; ” in modern greek it translates to “He Caused His Own Demons.” His grave now has 24-hour guard watching over the site.

Recycling at its best: why lay below the ground when you can grow above it?

Sitting on the corner.