One of the things I loved when visiting London was that you could stumble upon really old and historical things in common place settings. While walking through Whitechapel, (origin of the Jack the Ripper murders) I came across these headstones which literally popped up in front of someone’s gate in their backyard, between a labyrinth of alley ways. ¬†Totally interesting to me that something so old would be surrounded by growth, almost as if they didn’t exist.

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