Without further ado, I present to you the main entrance to the San Lázaro General Cemetery as requested by some of you, over and over and over again; especially Sompopo. Come on people, you should have that necrophilia in check.
I subscribe to Woody Allen’s point of view when it comes to death.
I am not afraid of death, I just don’t want to be there when it happens. —Woody Allen
I don’t want to achieve immortality through my work. I want to achieve it through not dying. —Woody Allen
This photograph marks the beginning of the San Lázaro Cemetery series. I know Friday is a weird day to start a series, but since most people visit the cemetery on the weekends, I guess it’s okay. I have to warn you about the series though. This cemetery is not exceptional and quite frankly a little boring since it is mostly white. So, don’t expect any extraordinary or exotic shots.
On a different subject, what’s up with all those santos and santas. I am beginning to get a little tired, you know: Santiago, San Miguel, San Pedro Las Huertas, Santa Ana, San Antonio, San Francisco, San José, San Bartolo, San Juan del Obispo, San Cristobal, Santa Clara, Santa Lucía, and on and on and now San Lázaro. If L.A. was funded as “El Pueblo de Nuestra Señora la Reina de los Ángeles del Río de Porciúncula,” I guess “Antigua” could have a similar names except that instead of Ángeles we would have Santos. Then, some people would feel compelled to abbreviate the name as L.S.
Why do you think they named this cemetery as San Lázaro?
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