Tucked away in the sleepy English village of Chawton is a modest red-brick cottage with ivy climbing the walls and roses blooming by the window. At first glance, it seems like just another picturesque home from a Jane Austen novel. And that’s exactly what it is—because this house wasn’t just her inspiration. It was her reality.

In most places, people visit cemeteries in silence — with whispers, flowers, and maybe a prayer. But in **Mixquic**, a small town on the southern edge of Mexico City, things are very different. Here, every year on **November 1st and 2nd**, families don’t just visit their dead — they **spend the night with them**. Literally. They bring blankets, food, music, candles, and memories. They stay until dawn, talking, laughing, sometimes crying. And in the flicker of thousands of candles, the cemetery becomes a living celebration of those who have passed.