As with most findings within cemeteries, this one took me for surprise in that the place was so neatly maintained - it was so fascinating to travel underneath such carefully maintained gardens into this underworld, so inhospitable and seemingly forgotten about. Mold, rust and slime cascaded down the stone slabs in beautiful flowing patterns, mixing various hues to create surreal paintings over etched words. Small skylights let just enough light into the passages to see everything without a flashlight; small bouquets remained timeless inside glass ovals that have frosted up over the years, and some personal artifacts such as photos and rosaries remained untouched in small shelves built into some spaces. Plastic flowers seemed to reach towards the dim light from tiny gardens, shrouded in spider webs. Unfortunately I didn't have much time to spend here as I wanted (which could have been quite a number of hours).

I've eliminated the name of the town in a few photos, I hope it does not detract from the amazing atmosphere of this place.