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“Lapeyrouse has an air of genteel decay about it. It is tropical Gothic – largely overgrown, rusty and beautiful. We don’t believe in lush, manicured lawns and tidy graves here. Our cemeteries are things of storybooks and magic, of spirits walking in the night, midnight lovers’ trysts and Lord KitchenerCalypsos. Even on All Souls’ when families come to clean their graves, when flowers are placed and candles are lit, our cemeteries never lose that mournful air. It’s as though we feel death should not be prettied up and sanitized too much – Death can be violent, majestic, tragic but never pretty.” Read More

From Walking in Lapeyrouse in my series, Stories My Mother Told Me - Ayanna Gillian Lloyd