
Mourners and necro-tourists pass through
a triple-arched stone entrance gate into the necropolis to wander through the grounds
to admire ornately carved marble monuments garnished with flowers and tributes.
Here and there a statue (angel, saint, anchor, crucifix) poke upward through a
jumbled maze of bronze, marble and granite.
Here, visitors can enjoy the work of international
sculptors: Italian artists such as Morelli, Livi and Lavarello and local
artisans such as Zorrilla de San Martin and Belloni. Many of the burial
monuments are allegorical: sleeping children, angels weeping, figures carrying
young women who had died in childbirth.

Grass fringing the gray stone slab has
dried to a crispy yellow. Debris from dead vegetation encircles her neck like a
garland. The only green is the patina covering her bronze flesh and flowing garment.
Does she grieve for someone or is she to be grieved?
This is the vision of faceless death. At
once peaceful and fearful, it is not grand. No angelic intermediaries link
heaven and earth. There are no florid architectural devices. Stunning in its
simplicity it stands alone in its haunting beauty.
In a city known for its magnificent
architecture, a trip to El Cementerio del Buceo is a fascinating and absorbing
experience. Take the bus (cars 38 or 39) or hire one of the reasonably priced
city taxis. Night tours are conducted by a local historian.
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