WHILE Catholics flocked to pay respects and remember loved ones at Valencia’s Municipal Cemetery, just across the road the British International Cemetery opened its doors to visitors.
Anyone coming to the cemetery for the first time could be forgiven for thinking they’d stumbled into an English village churchyard. For some, like me, the graves laid out between paths with flowers, plants and grass around, all under the shade of tall trees is reminiscent of country graveyards back home.
But this peaceful, secret garden has a history going back some 150 years, a history which is inextricably linked with Valencia’s own.
