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…

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