After hundreds of years of prime time burials they ran out of space in the graveyard. The solution of the day was to simply create an ossuary, a place where bones are stored. So they dug up about 40,000 former graveyard heavy weights and began storing their bones in the basement of the chapel. Somewhere along the line (according to Kutna Hora urban legend) blind monks began stacking the bones in geometric patterns. Well, one thing led to the next and before you know it they were making coats of arms, chandeliers, wall hangings, planters (at least it looked like a planter) and a host of other rather creepy things more suited (in this monkey’s mind) for a Halloween party.
The bones are now said to represent the impermanence of life and inescapable death. Hmmm. Kongo gets that part but is not sure of the connection between the realization that none of us are getting out of here alive to having monkey bones fashioned into chandeliers. Make no bones about it (couldn’t resist that), the small chapel will get your attention.
And, oh by the way, exit through the gift shop. We’re not making this up.
Travel safe. Have fun.