Walking through town, it felt very unique. All of the architecture still looked old and decorative as it did in Prague, but the buildings were much smaller. The first impressive building we came to was the Cathedral of Assumption of Our Lady and John the Baptist. Like the other cathedrals, the gothic style building towered over the town, with a single steeple in the back. We snapped a few photos before continuing down the block.
“Look,” Leo said, pointing off to the left. “A tourist
center.”
“Oh cool,” I said. “We can come back there to find out what
time the train back to Prague leaves.”
As we continued a few more yards down the road, we found the
wall surrounding Kostnice Sedlci (which in English translates to “Sedlec
Ossuary) and the cemetery around it. Outside of the cemetery was a large statue
of some saints. On the wall, a large tourist sign was written in several
languages.
“It has prices for all of the sites,” Thibaut said. The sign
listed four attractions in Kutna (the Ossuary, the Cathedral of Assumption, St.
Barbara’s Cathedral, and the Jesuit College.) The prices were bundled depending
on which of them tourists wanted to see, however, only certain bundles were
available. There was one that allowed for the Ossuary and the Cathedral of
Assumption. The next allowed St. Barbra’s cathedral to be added to those two.
The final was to see all of them.
Regardless of which combo we picked, we had to go back to
the tourist center to purchase them. When we walked in, the man behind the
counter was helping another couple.
“Oh that is spooky,” Leo said, pointing at the rack of
souvenirs. It was covered with different sizes and shapes of plastic skulls.
Some were missing their jaws; others were hollowed out as candle holders. None
of them looked particularly frightening, but rather, they were quite
decorative.
When the man had finished helping the other couple, he came
over to us. “So sorry,” he said. “What can I do for you?”
“We’re interested in purchasing tickets,” I said.
“Ok,” he said. “Which one?”
We looked again at the list of options. It was a smaller
version of the sign we’d seen, just printed on 8½x11 and laminated on the
counter.
“I say we do all four,” I suggested.
“I don’t know what this one is,” Thibaut said pointing at
The Jesuit College.
“The Jesuits were Catholics who were really big on
education,” I said. “It might be unique to see the schooling they set up.”
He shrugged. “Sure. Okay.” The others agreed as well.
Again, we each covered different portions of the cost based
on how much money we had. I covered part of Leo’s ticket to pay him back the
100 I owed him, and we passed around coins to get to an even amount.
“Ok,” the man said. “The Ossuary and the Assumption church
are here and here,” He circled them on a map. “All of the other sites are in
the town center. It’s about 5 kilometers that way.”
“5 kilometers?” Leo asked.
“Yes,” the man said. “You can take a bus, but on Saturdays
is not very good.” He checked the schedule. “The next one is at 11:02. If you
miss that one, is not till 13:10.”
“Yikes,” I said, not meaning to say anything out loud.
“Or,” he said. “You can take the city train back at the
station. If you have a Mesto ticket, it is good for that train too.”
I showed him the ticket we had purchased. “This one?”
“Yes! Yes!” he said. “That ticket is good! The next train is
also at 11:07. If you miss it, there is another one at 12:09. The 11:07 gives
you a little over an hour to see these sites here before you go.”
We all agreed we’d probably take the train.
“Ok,” he said. “Make sure to wave at the conductor when he
comes so he stops for you.”
We laughed, thanked him, and headed back to the ossuary.
As we walked through the cemetery, we took photos of all of
the intricate and artistic grave stones. Most of them were made of marble, but
there were some stone ones as well.
“Why are the dates funny?” Thibaut asked.
Looking at the stones, we realized they said things like
“Born 4.½.1789 Died 16. 10/11. 1844 .”
“I have no idea,” I said. “Maybe the date is unknown so they
are guessing on the month?” Gonzalo and Leo didn’t know either.
Inside the small chapel, we pushed our way past a Chinese
tour group in the entry way and gave our tickets to the woman at the front
counter. She stamped them under the section for the Ossuary and handed them
back to us.
As I turned around and looked into the room, what I saw was
amazing! There was a small stairway leading down into the main prayer room. The
archway overhead had bones of various sizes and shapes hanging from the
ceiling. In the main prayer room, there were bones strung together and artfully
hung—like banners—across the ceiling. In each of the side wings, skulls,
femurs, and other bones were piled easily 12 feet high.
The real gem of the room however was the chandelier. It was
made from every bone in the human body and decorated with skulls. It was
massive, and so stunning to look at. We took pictures of everything and traded
off cameras to get pictures of each other. We asked a few people to take some
group shots. It was such a fascinating site to see.
When the Chinese group came in, they made quite a bit of
noise. Their guide was explaining everything in Chinese and took them around to
each nook of the small building. When they were standing in front of one
display that housed some cracked skulls, Leo started to listen.
“She is saying that the skulls in that case were of warriors.
They are thought to have been killed in battle.” Thibaut and I smiled as he
translated. We got our own personal tour! But I couldn’t help love the irony:
we were getting a tour of a Czech church, from a Chinese guide, translated into
English and understood by a Frenchman, an Argentinian, and an American.
While photography was allowed in the ossuary, touching
strictly was not. There were cameras and infrared sensors everywhere and when
someone got too close to the bones, alarms would blare until they backed up.
They went off three times while we were in there, all of which caused
embarrassed tourists to jump back immediately!
There was a box to donate coins and light a candle in memory
of our personal loved ones. Thibaut and I each lit one. I said a small prayer
as I touched the wick of my camera to that of one that was already burning.
After a few moments of silence, we headed out.
Our next stop was the Cathedral of the Assumption. Once
again, inside the woman at the front desk punched the spot for this cathedral
on our ticket. Leo pointed out in the gift shop rack behind her that various
wines were available for purchase.
“A church that sells alcohol,” he joked.
They gave us paper guides in English, Spanish, French, and
Chinese so we could understand more about the church. The English on the sheet
must not have been translated by a native speaker because most of the sentences
were incoherent.
It didn’t matter though. The church was of course beautiful.
It was a very plain looking room with very few pews. The windows were normal
glass with just a faint tint of stain around the edges. Pink, green, and purple
were the most prominent colors, but there may have been others.
Hung around the sanctuary was a series of portraits and
paintings. While they were beautiful and depicted a number of events from the
life of Christ, they were all very dark and hard to make out. Some of them
actually showed up better on my camera than they did in person, while others
appeared to be just black paint on a canvas.
The baroque style confession boxes are quickly becoming my
favorite feature of these old churches. They are so artistic and so beautifully
carved. I think of all the desperate souls and timeless tears that have passed
through those tiny rooms.
There were two glass coffins near the front by the altars
that housed odd looking manikins. “Those aren’t people are they?” I asked
staring at the realistic, waxy bodies. The bones had been cool, but dead bodies
in a church were not quite the same.
“No,” Thibaut laughed. “They are wearing relics of the
people they represent.”
That was a lot less creepy.
As we were photographing the altar, Thibaut’s camera died.
“My batteries are out,” he said.
“Here,” I said, reaching into my camera case and pulling out
my extras. “I have spares.”
“And your camera has enough?” he asked.
“We’ll find out,” I smiled, and hand him the AAs.
In the back corner of the sanctuary was a tall wooden stair
case leading to the second story. While we couldn’t get over to the organ, we
could walk around the choir area and balcony seating. One of the balconies
housed a life size crucifix. The body of Christ looked very emaciated with
visible ribs and sunken eyes. It was powerful to stand next to it.
In another back corner of the balcony, was a long dark
tunnel. It looked like it was still under construction with a few boards
leading across loose rafters, but I think that was actually the design. When we
emerged on the other side, we had a great view of the entire sanctuary.
After taking pictures of every shrine, pew, staircase, and
cross in the cathedral, we headed outside to take the train back to the town
center. We walked back down the street we’d come in on, passed little cottages
and artful walls. This was when I first noticed the nice contrast between
Prague and this small town. While both felt like a foreign kingdom, and both
were strikingly different from life back in the States, the small town felt far
lest westernized and more mysterious than life in the big city.
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