Ever since my grandmother, with her usual sense for drama, declared that she 
wanted me to drive her and my grandfather –both old but in excellent health- to the graveyard of their birth town for All Saints’ Day ‘because this could be the last time’, I cannot pass any 1st of November without visiting one. This is Cementerio De La Almudena in Madrid.
Sure enough, my grandparents did not live to see the next All Saints’ Day. If they would have been buried in Madrid, they would have had traffic jams today.
Mydrid, my city 
