Assistens Cemetery, Copenhagen, Denmark

[nanila]

I'm sure you will all be terribly surprised to hear that, while I was in Copenhagen, I went to visit the cemetery. I was delighted to find it a striking contrast to the strict formality of the Terre-Cabade in Toulouse. It was difficult to tell at first that I'd entered the cemetery until I began to pick out the gravestones, most of which were roughly hewn rocks, amongst the pretty clumps of trees and bushes. Even the more formal sections of the cemetery were dominated by a park-like atmosphere. Families with children romped on the grass. Lovers canoodled on benches. Older couples ambled slowly down the paths, discussing politics. It conveyed a sense of a people who have lived for so long on such intimate terms with death that it doesn't frighten them. It is the only cemetery I've ever seen that I would want to be buried in myself.