There’s something very striking about the cemeteries around Cinque Terre. They are full of beautiful stone and set in beautiful locations. But what what really stood out to me is how close the family ties must be here. There are photos of many of the deceased and flowers everywhere. Lots of fresh flowers, that show a lot of caring and regular visits. And in the midst of all that, I found this one plastic sunflower in the cemetery in the lovely village of Monterosso al Mare. And it had aged so much that it was breaking apart. And all I could wonder is, “why?” Was this person kind of a jerk? Was this person alone – the last of their friends and family? Were the people who loved them too old or physically unable to visit as often? Who knows, but it must be wonderful to live in a place where the plastic sunflower is so rare.