For a
holiday respite, I devoted my Friday posts through December and January to
recounting a trip I took to Venice in 2007. Using photos and notes from the
trip, I highlighted the urbanist issues of day-to-day life in perhaps the most
famous car-free city in the world.
I reached
the end of January without exhausting the stories and insights that I’d hoped
to share. Venice is too fascinating to
leave with tales untold, so I’ve continued with occasional Friday posts into
February and beyond. Today will be another
of those extra posts.
In the
history of this blog, I’ve mentioned cemeteries exactly one time. But the subject may have found resonance with
the readers. The mention was in a comparison of Savannah and Charleston. After earlier posts which balanced the two
cities on elements such as restaurants and parks, I tried to sum up the
comparison by deciding in which city I’d prefer to live. I came down in favor of Savannah for several
reasons, one of which was the way they embraced their cemeteries, acknowledging
the circle of life.
I was
comfortable in my conclusions, but expected the post to quickly slip beneath
the waves of the constantly churning internet.
I was wrong. Slightly more than a
year later, barely a week goes by without another twenty to thirty people
reading that post. By total readership,
it’s the most popular post I’ve ever written, by a factor of more than two.
I don’t know
what draws people to that post. It might
be Savannah residents pleased that I gave the nod to their fair city. It might be Charleston residents astonished
that I could cast aspersions on their racial progress. Or perhaps the reference to Savannah cemeteries
was the key factor.
In any case,
it seemed appropriate to check if the cemetery reference was key by writing about
the Venetian cemetery. Plus, the San
Michele Cimitere is worth writing about.
For many
years, Venetians buried their dead beneath the paving stones of their
courtyards and pedestrian ways. I recall
one particular courtyard where an estimated 25,000 plague victims had been
buried, but most of the burials elsewhere in the city were unmarked. (That practice must add a little spice to the
life of contemporary utility workers.
Every shovelful of dirt for a utility trench offers a possible
surprise.)
In the early
19th century, a Venetian doge finally decided that downtown burials were a bad
idea. He directed that all future
burials would be on the small island of San Michele, between Venice and the
glass-making island of Murano.
It was a
reasonable decision. San Michele already
had a chapel and a small graveyard.
Expansion was a reasonable course.
And likely profitable to the family that owned San Michele.
The
vaporetto to Murano makes a scheduled stop at the San Michele dock. I hadn’t necessarily planned on visiting San
Michele, but while traveling to Murano one day made the abrupt decision to disembark
for a look around.
It was a
good decision. San Michele is a tidy
little cemetery, tightly oriented and well-maintained. I can’t think of a single U.S. cemetery that projects
quite the sense of order of San Michele.
It offers a number of settings, from enclosed gardens to broader expanses. And several of the chapels provide colonnades
to help slake my insatiable need for more colonnade photography.
In a model seen more often in Europe than in
the U.S., there are too few plots at San Michele to meet the demand from
Venice. So most plots aren’t sold, but are
instead rented for twelve years, after which the remains are relocated to a
cemetery on the mainland.
Within the
U.S., I know some New Orleans cemeteries follow a similar model, although they
rent for the shorter period of seven years.
Here in California, the concept of moving remains may seem macabre, but
it’s a reasonable strategy in a place with little land area and a long history.
I have a
couple of anecdotes to share from my time wandering about San Michele. In a far corner, I came across the grave of Sergei Diaghilev, the Russian impresario
who first introduced Russian ballet to the western world. I didn’t know that he’d been buried in Venice
and was pleased to have found his gravel by chance.
I was even
more pleased to see that he hadn’t been forgotten. Decorating his grave were tokens left by
other visitors, used ballet slippers, ballet programs, and tickets from recent
ballet performances.
I’ve seen
similar tributes at the graves of sports figures, such as Joe DiMaggio’s grave
in Colma, but it was my first time to see a similar reaction to someone in the
arts. Especially when Diaghilev has been
gone for 85 years. In a world where many
of us will be forgotten 85 days after we’re gone, it’s good to see that some
fame is more long-lasting,
As I neared
the end of my visit, I came across a custodian who was locking up a
chapel. To my surprise, he
was wearing a
San Francisco Giants ballcap. It was
worn and frayed, but still clearly a baseball cap. Being a baseball fan, I was intrigued to
learn how a Giants cap ended up on the head of an elderly, stooped custodian in
a Venetian cemetery.
But I feared
that he would have little English, so kept my words to a minimum. After wishing him a good day in one of my few
Italian phrases, I pointed to the cap and asked “San Francisco Giants?” He looked back impassively.
Thinking
that Barry Bonds might be too recent and too controversial, I went further back
in my next effort “Willie Mays?” Still
nothing.
Going for an
Italian connection, I tried “Joe DiMaggio?”
There was no Giant connection, but the San Francisco tie was
strong. Nonetheless, there was still no
reaction.
So I rolled
out my final effort, a true incendiary subject for many Giants fans, but with
an impeccable Italian tie. “Tommy
Lasorda?” Still an impassive stare.
I wished him
a good day and headed back to the vaporetto stop, resigned to never knowing how
the cap found its way to Venice. I only
hope that the custodian got a good laugh of his wife that evening when he told
her about the demented American tourist.
San Michele
may not have the proximity to Venice that the Colonial Cemetery has to downtown
Savannah, but having a regular vaporetto stop that serves only the cemetery may
make it even more a part of everyday life.
As in so many things, Venice had responded to its unique setting with
urban solutions that feel right.
As always, your
questions or comments will be appreciated.
Please comment below or email me.
And thanks for reading. - Dave Alden (davealden53@comcast.net)
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