The back of the churchyard is in a very weary, delapidated and melancholy state.

Above it there is a portion of the old vicarage buildings, graced in front with various articles, the most prominent being a string of delapidated red jackets; right facing it we have the sable Smithsonian Institute, flanked with that gay and festive lion which is for ever running and never stirring; below there are classic establishments for rifle-shooting, likeness taking, and hot pea revelling; and ahead there is the police station.

At Cisterna is a post-house and at Torre tre Ponti is a convent, a beautiful building, but now delapidated and neglected.