Stanziliëri

It always seems to me that our little south eastern province has such a much more interesting history. Or atleast one that still lives on today. Why is that? Is it because hills capture it better? Like they do in the UK? Or is it the people, further from the capital gain so overly present in the more densely populated parts of this country?

It's interesting. Having my camera back from repair I set out and stumbled upon a number of fantastic churches and monasteries. All so close to each other, I wonder how many more there must be. I could spend a lifetime among them.

This is the monastery of the Ursulines in Sittard. A vast set of buildings with the most magnificent basilica. Walking through the surroundings there was a little graveyard hidden well away. A lot of sisters were buried there.

There was way too much to take pictures of. There's such a huge amount of monasteries there. Many still fully operational. Not wanting to spoil the peace that resides around and inside them I left most untouched by my camera's eye. However this shining church of St. Pancratius bright in the autumn sun could not be passed by unseen.

I definitely have to get back there.
Even if it's just for a good cup of cappuccino with Kuess and a just-out-of-bed-because-it-is-only-2-in-the-afternoon Dimmu. Or maybe just to buy a house.