Welcome to the cemetery at the Xochimilco church in the neighborhood just north of the center of Oaxaca. The lilac entry is charming but once through, you enter an area jammed with graves with just inches between. You know how you are taught to be respectful and not to step on the graves? Well, it is near impossible here.
Some graves have not been tended to ever and are barren. Others are lush with plants. There was a small grave for a child.
This is the oldest grave that I could find, from 1942, which doesn't seem so old by Mexican standards. It is for a child Hector who died at age four months. There is a second marker for a parent who died much later. It is common to stack burials in one site.
I wonder if, at one time, there was a picture of Hector in the garland of leaves.
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