So last Sunday afternoon, Sebastian and I arrived early for a music performance and decided to ramble over to the nearby church to kill some time. We found the doors open, a young man playing the organ and a not so young man tooling around talking to the few people there were in the church. Turns out he was VERY eager to tell us the history of the church, show us pictures, show us the tombs, the underground hiding spot he and his family took shelter in during the war.
The best part was that he offered to take us up for a tour of the bell tower. Closed to the public, he reminded us several times to go slow and hold on. The staircase was about one foot wide and a very steep winding limestone wonder. We arrived to see a brass clock and the bells. A pretty worthwhile Sunday adventure. Who says I never go to church?

We were under the steeple where you see a whitish/yellow spot near the column.

A picture of a baby pigeon in the staircase.
Too bad it was too dark to take a pic in the actual staircase...it was really something.


