This heavenly oasis of calm in the midst of a ruckus of traffic has been the resting place for foreigners who have passed on to a better world since 1784. Verdant and atmospheric, it's a dependable mecca for modern-day travellers keen to recapture the Grand Tour ethos. Unofficially known as the Protestant Cemetery, this charmingly old-world corner of the city also provides a final resting place for Buddhists, Russian Orthodox Christians and atheists: a sign points to the grave of Antonio Gramsci, founder of the Italian Communist Party.
In the older sector is the grave of John Keats, who coughed his last at the age of 26, after only four months in Rome; in fine Romantic fashion his anonymous epitaph concludes: 'here lies one whose name was writ on water' (which was all the poet wanted: his executors added the rest). Next to him lies his companion, Joseph Severn. Close by is the tomb of Shelley, who died a year after Keats in a boating accident.