London: Part 2 1/2

This is London, Trip Three, Day Two, Part 2 1/2, to be sure, but to be even more specific, this is London's High Gate Cemetery, East Wing. (Part 3 will be West Wing.) High Gate is London's oldest cemetery, and was well worth the multiple pounds that were milked out of us for the privilege of looking at carved stones and tumbling memorials. 

Okay, this is from just outside the cemetery, but I like it. How many is too many chimneys? Not possible!

Again, we're not quite in the cemetery proper yet, but we loved this park. The sun was thin and there was a needling wind, but it was green and lush in the right places, but also terribly English in other, equally right places. There were families with tots scrambling on the gentle lawns, and solitary old gents with wizened terriers. It was perfect.

I hope when I die, I have as good of a sense of humor as this fellow. Yes, his tombstone reads "DEAD". 

And finally, the main draw to the East Wing for a lot of tourists: Karl Marx's grave. A bit overwhelming, no? The one I feel sorry for is that modest little grave to the left there; how would you like being buried right next to Karl Marx? At least he seems to be coping; Marx doesn't have any bluebells on his tomb. 

We took turns dancing on his grave. Okay, no, we didn't, but we seriously thought about it.