Everything in the narrow lanes of marble and granite mausoleums, monuments and headstones glows with that peculiar half-light of late autumn, early winter — that luminous quality that heightens the contrast between marble and moss, the cypress trees and names burning in clear bronze. As I walk slowly through the names and dates, it seems entirely natural I should expect one of the statues to open its eyes and look at me as happens in that iconic scene in
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