This may be one of my favorite cemeteries in the city, and it's one of the oldest. So old in fact, that the cemetery is equal parts unprovable lore, architecturally unparalleled, and infamous. This is that cemetery that Misfits fans speak of, the one that Marie Laveau's descendants call home, and the one where New Orleans' greatest musicians finally rest. You won't find a more culturally rich resting place in New Orleans, and this cemetery, stretched across three city blocks, is not the tourist-friendly mecca that it's predecessor claims. Though safer than it was a few short years ago, it's extremely high walls, and towering tombs can present the kind of privacy New Orleans residents are wary of. Much like St. Louis No. 1, many of the city's oldest families rest here, placards in French are the norm. This was the outer edge of the city at one time, what lay beyond it's walls was nothing more than swamp. If you are headed east on I-10, you've seen the crumbling society tombs outside the right window; and there have been those nights when you passed by, that you swear you saw lights or figures moving about the maze of tombs. Maybe it was Danzig; maybe it was spirits...
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