Exploring cemeteries while traveling is among my favorite things to do, and here are some memorable places for pondering Day of the Dead or All Saints and All Souls days (click on links to view more photos).Continue reading “Calling on souls on their days”
Every six months this blogger reviews what posts people have been reading most during the past year.
San Antonians’ Alamoobsessiveness was ignited by the state’s determination to fence in a designated city park – Alamo Plaza. Related posts dominate this year-end list. A battle lost. Time to move on as the plaza’s fate appears sealed. Hopefully the New Year will bring glad tidings about preserving historic landmarks on the west side of the plaza.
On a more upbeat note, cannot wait for the completion of Margarita Cabrera’s “Arbol de la Vida: Voces de Tierra” on the river near Mission San Francisco de la Espada.
The following list represents the posts you clicked on most, with the numbers in parentheses representing rankings from six months ago:
- Alamo CEO applying armtwisting pressure to secure gated plaza, 2018
- Forging consensus for the Alamo Comprehensive Plan: Don’t fence us out, 2018 (2)
- ‘Tree of Life’ bears bountiful crop of tales from the past, 2018 (4)
- King William Home Tour: Historic houses whisper stories of early residents, 2018
- The Madarasz murder mystery: Might Helen haunt Brackenridge Park?, 2012 (1)
- Please put this song on Tony’s pony, and make it ride away, 2010 (5)
- Street art entices venturing under the overpass, 2018
- Marilyn Lanfear buttons up a collection of family stories, 2018
- Centenarian Santa still burning bright, 2018
- Postcard from Rome, Italy: A numbers game sparked by the baths, 2018
- Postcard from Mexico City: Shimmering with colorful experiences, 2018
- Postcard from Genoa, Italy: Hey, don’t knock the peanuts, 2018
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All tuckered out now. Thinking I might need a post-eve-celebration nap.
Monumental Cemetery of Staglieno, Genoa, Italy
And there’s a hand, my trusty fiere! (my trusty friend)
and gie’s a hand o’ thine!
And we’ll tak’ a right gude-willie waught, (good-will draught)
for auld lang syne.
For auld lang syne, my jo,
for auld lang syne,
we’ll tak’ a cup o’ kindness yet,
for auld lang syne.
“Auld Lang Syne,” Robert Burns, 1788
Although he sailed for the New World under the Spanish flag, Genoa claims Christopher Columbus (1451-1506) as among the famous born there.
Genoa’s narrow, rabbit warren-like tangle of streets and intimate plazas in the historic medieval center, purportedly the largest intact in Europe, mainly defy access to anything as wide as a modern-day automobile. Centuries-old buildings reflect layers of changing architectural tastes in their facades. Ethnic shops crowd into small spaces in the heart of the city, while contemporary fashion is found on arcaded boulevards outside the walls. Elegant palaces and financial houses from Renaissance and Baroque periods line streets and the wide-open Piazza de Ferrari just outside the medieval walls.
Genoa is a rough-and-tumble jumble, a beautiful unpolished diamond inviting those living in the New World to explore the Old. Well, inviting except by that one grouchy tagger who dropped the f-bomb on tourists.