We found the most wonderful, hauntingly beautiful and touching old cemetery in Provincetown, the Winthrop Street Cemetery, the town’s oldest cemetery. The markers were scattered almost hurriedly over the hill, most of the markers are covered in brush and growth. The inscriptions were beautiful, many poems about the early death of children, husbands and sons lost at sea, about the harshness of life and the blessed relief of death.

The cemetery is hidden from view, behind the town firehouse, there is no parking around it, tombstones peek out of bushes and shrubs, each marker tells it’s own story. Maria read many of them carefully, wrote many of the inscriptions down. We spent many hours in the Winthrop Cemetery, it really got into our heads and imaginations, I will share some of the photos there.