I had seen Spanish cemeteries from buses and trains, but never stepped inside one. So one afternoon, we hiked up the hill to the edge of town where Salamanca’s cemetery rests. The cemetery was huge. The tombs were tight together. There were some impressive, but decaying, mausolea. There was a section at the edge for infant burials. There were few other living people there–some workers, a single elderly widow. We had more questions than answers. I took some pictures.
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