On Lucy's suggestion, I set out with Cheeleong yesterday to photograph gravestones. It was an interesting albeit overly hot afternoon. Besides photographing them, I also took the time to read the inscriptions and they were enough to trigger off my imaginings of what life was like in those times.

Some of the inscriptions were quite moving.

We came to the grave of baby Sarkies. Reading the inscription left me with a lump in my throat.

C'est La Vie. Tragic, it has always been.