Today I walked to one of the so-called Magnificent Seven Cemeteries of London. Brompton Cemetery happens to be nearest my hotel so, despite sleeping in, I still arrived in the middle of the morning. The north end of this expansive graveyard is beautifully overgrown. If I was searching for an ancestor I would have been aggravated but instead I could enjoy the beauty of nature growing wild among the monuments.
The rest of the grounds were pretty well maintained and while there are plenty of famous graves, none were famous to me. I noticed a Blanche Roosevelt‘s grave because of the life-size statue and then I saw that she was from the States and became a Marchesa, sort of a 19th century Grace Kelly. I wondered if she was one of the Roosevelts from New York but after a brief search online, I doubt it.
For any football fans who are still reading, Brompton Cemetery is right next to Stamford Bridge. In fact, I could see the top of the East Stand while wandering through the graves. I walked around the ground but didn’t take the stadium tour as it was almost time for the Colombia-Japan match which I watched at the Chelsea Pensioner pub with two humans and two dogs.
I love Europe.
Beautiful cemetery! I’m glad you’re having a great time.
And this was only first cemetery of my vacation!