Another huge highlight of Prague was my side trip to Kutna Hora to see the Sedlec Ossuary, the church made out of human bones. I had seen so many pictures of this and could not wait to see it in person. The train was easy peasy. The walk to from the train station was also easy as google had led me to a blog where someone clearly laid out walking directions, which were way easier than following a map.
In case you are wondering – you get off the train. Follow the crowds though an underpass under the tracks to exit the train station.
Try and stop to look at the map and find yourself unable to because there’s too many people in your way.
Once outside, walk to the right. When you get to an overpass/underpass, make a left. When you hit a church on your left, this is St. Barbaras church.
With the church on your left, you make a right (you will be seeing signs at this point) walk a bit, the road curves. When you reach here, you are around the corner from the entrance!
As is typical of me, I was cautious of being lost and when I reached this spot, I did my thing. I pulled out my phone and lit a cigarette and stood to watch where the mass of tourists were going, so that I too could head that way. I’m a huge fan of not asking anyone for directions. Once I figured out exactly where it was, I went inside.
I never would have guessed THIS was the Sedlec Ossuary. It looks like absolutely nothing. Well that’s not true. It actually looks like a public restroom entrance, no?
It was so much smaller than I had imagined it to be. It was fascinating though. How does anyone come up with this idea, and how on earth did they just build it out in the open? In modern times, you would have to be a serial killer living in the woods in the middle of nowhere to get this done. Then once you were captured, your masterpiece would certainly not be a paid tourist attraction.
It was also (obviously) very old and dusty. I started having a coughing fit and got kind of grossed out to realize I was inhaling dust off human remains so I didn’t stay too long.
