First I walk over a small bridge. Two saints carefully watch my steps.
Then I cross the shadowy tunnel and enter a vast yard. A gothic church draws the most of my attention.
It’s a part of Cistercians monastery – once (from XIII till XV centuries) a successful centre of agriculture, breeding and brewery but also of culture (a few thousands of books).
I look at the buildings around the yard and try to imagine the previous glory.
Now the church surves as the parish one (monastery was cancelled in 1810), the cloister – as the Archives and the farm changed into horse breeding.
But the soul of Cistercians’ versatility is still there…