Every metropolis of the world also includes a city of the dead: a necropolis, but also a space of memory, a place where the deeds, works and conceits of the great personalities of a nation will be preserved for future ages. Bucharest found such a place in an older manorial garden once surrounded by vines. Once the first noble families chose to raise their tombs here, it soon became a national temple, bringing together the great names of literature, art, history, industry and every other imaginable profession. Many of these are housed under true masterpieces of architecture and sculpture, ennobled by the patina of time. A huge museum hidden in a sea of greenery, in the middle of which you get lost in past eras, forgetting about the noise of the big city, left somewhere on the edge.
