Scene: Highgate cemetery, yesterday afternoon.
A young woman with spectacular magenta hair is taking a stroll with her aunt.
Young woman: 'Would you be shocked if I said I'd never heard of Karl Marx ...?'
Aunt: 'Splutter **!!@&$"
Young woman: 'I told my boyfriend I'd never heard of him and he was really shocked, too. And then I phoned my brother, and he couldn't stop laughing ...'
Aunt: 'I am also very shocked.'
Young woman: 'But now I can tell them that I've seen his grave ...' Pause. 'Who was George Eliot?'
Aunt decides it is time to walk up to the village for tea and cake ...
She is still speechless but, even if you haven't heard of the deceased, you can't help but be impressed by acres of ivy-clad angels. And a faithful pet lion.
I've been meaning to revisit the cemetery - it's years since I was last there- ever since I read Audrey Niffenegger's spectacularly silly book which is attracting hordes of new visitors. She wasn't there yesterday - she is still an occasional tour guide - but she has taken some very good photographs.
I also like this tour with Diana Athill although it was obviously made on a dreary, autumnal day; yesterday the cemetery was full of birdsong and wild geraniums.