Today I learned about the 'Cemetery of the Nameless' (Friedhof der Namenlosen) in Vienna and I desperately want to go there. It's a place where bodies would be washed up and, in time, buried. Today it's a place for the unknown folks of society, where they can be remembered. 
The red candle in the picture brought back a vivid memory. I used to run by a cemetery in Stuttgart on autumn and winter evenings. Most cemeteries in Germany aren't old, and graves are well-tended - you only have a certain lease on the grave...
So every night when I passed the cemetery, roughly half of the graves would have a little red candle lit, flickering in the darkness, like this. It always affected me. It was a kind of beautiful sadness. Part reminder of mortality, part thankfulness for the richness of life.
