Since the beginning of time, the passion for observing the stars has been a constant in the history of humanity. The night sky, with its vast darkness sprinkled with bright lights, not only awakened the curiosity of our ancestors but also became the first great canvas of human imagination, a mirror to reflect myths, fears, and hopes. Today, the rise of astrotourism shows that this ancestral passion remains intact.

For many travelers, cemeteries have a special charm. The charm of peace, silence, and connection with the past… Some do not leave Paris without wandering for a few minutes through the tree-lined paths and the sumptuous mausoleums of Père-Lachaise. In tours of Prague, a visit to the old Jewish cemetery is usually included, with that sea of tombstones that seem to eternally clash. In Vienna’s Zentralfriedhof are the graves of great composers like Beethoven, Schubert, and Brahms… Well, the small civil cemetery of Bausen has none of these attractions. Its essence is smallness. A tombstone, a real love, and a legend.

The director of Pink Flamingos said a phrase that has the insolence of good aphorisms. It sounds like a joke, but it might be a theory about love. “If you go to someone’s house and they don’t have books, don’t sleep with them.” Waters was not making a plea in favor of literature. Not at all. He was defending something else: the ability of objects to tell who we are. A library does not guarantee intelligence or sensitivity, but it does leave a trace, just like certain lamps, a bookshelf full of records, a fridge, or a wall covered with photographs. The casual and biting Waters, author of phrases like “After 25 years old, you can’t wear skinny pants,” once pointed out as his favorite website the hilarious Lurid Digs, created by Frederick Woodruff to show bizarre domestic interiors of gays in photos taken from dating app profiles.