On one of my trips to Granada, after a long day of walking and taking photos, I decided to go to the cemetery. It was on the edge of town, and I came close to dusk. There were a lot of people visiting the cemetery, and as I arrived a funeral procession was entering the gates.
The cemetery was like a city unto itself. The mausoleums and crypts were lined up in tidy rows, almost like streets, paved with bricks or stone. For the most part, the graves were very well-tended.
It was a visit that impressed upon me the continuity of life after death in that the memories of the living keep our loved ones close.
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