Before boarding a return trolley, several members of our group wandered off to the little coffee/ice cream/"tobacco supply" shop next to the cemeteries. While waiting for the others, I turned the corner of the store and wandered in to another cemetery. I found this little fellow waiting for someone:
Something about this frog makes me sad. I can't put my finger on it, just a vibe.
However, I can't leave this post on such a depressing note, so I will tell you that this guy is sitting on the other side of the Yrle crypt: