We tread gingerly. Marble sarcophaguses and granite statues tease of times almost forgotten. Stonemason and blacksmith’s work are on display, an open-air gallery of priceless antiques, art, and sculpture. Monuments commissioned for another time. Genealogies left bare for future generations. A child buried in 1889 rests peacefully next to her kin buried in 1946. Who were these people? What were their hopes and dreams? Who did they love passio
