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march: eberbach abbey.

there's a world-known abbey nestled inside the precursor mountains of the taunus range, one of the most rich and powerful in its medieval heydays and to this day still unfluential on all kinds of people because of it's changeful history - eberbach abbey. it's widely original layout and mostly undestroyed buildings are what makes it so special, it's a picture perfect example of a medieval abbey. it even served as a film location for umberto eco's 'the name of the rose'- a lot of the interior takes were recorded there. i revisited this magnificient abbey in early march, but not to visit the museum, but to do a little hike around it.

an element of the lay brother building. i loved the shadows of the tree on the building.

the main lay brother building and on the right the former mill and barn buildings that serve as a hotel now.


this property is outside of the monastery, but i bet it was once part of the monastery as well, probably another mill, since it's near a little river.

the first blossoms of the year: snowdrops.

more of the property.


a beautiful place to live in. i'm so jealous of people getting to live in such environments.

nature's bare face.

but moss will always tint it a little more green.

rocky grounds.

back in the gardens of the prelate.

the basilica. or better, the shadows on its walls was what was captivating me.

basilica from the side.

the portal house.

beauitful stonework on the main portal.

the monastery orangery. the light was seriously beautiful that day.

which explains why i was so mesmerized by the shadows of trees everywhere.

orangery up front.

this is the chocolate side of the monastery. its beautiful basilica.

willow catkins... probably not the real ones, but of a wholy different tree.

early maple blossoms. this year i noticed this green/yellow colour a lot... every year in spring i focus on something new and this year the maple blossoms were really jumping into my eyes.


goodbye, eberbach abbey, until next time!

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