Monday, December 17 I walked to the Celestia vaporetto stop a little over five minute walk from the apartment and took the vaporetto to San Michele. I have walked in cemeteries before in many places. I find them quiet and comforting. I’m not afraid of the dead. They cannot harm you.
I did not expect it to be such a profoundly moving experience that I am still having trouble putting it into words. Here are a selection of pictures from that visit. Mostly my favorite architectural details.
And into the Anglican area where some of the famous people are buried…Ezra Pound etc. I was looking for one grave in particular…a pilgrimage of sorts. It was mossy, overgrown, many of the graves disturbed not by the grave robbers of Egypt but by tree roots.
I had been completely alone and then I noticed a couple standing by a grave. She was weeping uncontrollably and he was holding her. I walked away and let them have their privacy. When they were gone I came back to the very well tended grave, the one I had been searching for. And I wept too.
I stood there for a while and prayed and planted a kiss on his gravestone and came home.