One of the gorgeous places Mr Mac, Ewan and I visited while on our Easter break to the Südtirol was Glurns/Glorenza (Glurns is German, Glorenza is Italian), a fantastically quaint little medieval walled town in the Vinschgau/Venosta Valley. It’s a tiny wee place but I managed to take a thousand or so photos because everywhere we looked there was something lovely.
At the West gate of the town is the church of Sankt Pankriatus, or St Pancras. Waiting outside the church- it was Easter Sunday- I spied some people dressed in wonderful costumes, waiting outside. I made a beeline for them and asked them if I could take their photo. They were more than happy to pose for me*.
*When they posed for me, a number of tourists quickly stood behind me and took the opportunity to snap a couple of photos as well. I felt like charging them for my services. All you need to do is ask!
I asked them what they were doing and was told they were waiting for the service to finish and then they’d be making a procession through the town. I didn’t think to ask when so after the photo op, we wandered about for a bit, me snapping photos while Mr Mac and Ewan sniped about how cold it was. (It was really, very cold.)
The walk around the town took approximately 15 minutes but was just beautiful.
The church of St Pancras.
A covered pedestrian bridge, across the river, towards the church above.
So quaint and lovely.
Old, weathered, gorgeous.
Ye olde poste boxe.
Again with the quaint.
Shingle from the cafe we had a coffee in.
The East gate.
I always imagine how wonderful it would be to actually live in places like this.
The main square, near the West gate.
The main square, looking at the West gate.
By the time we’d had a walk around looking at everything, we noticed a Carabiniere, directing traffic and a few people gathering in the main square with cameras at the ready. We realised that the procession was about to start so stopped to watch.
We had no idea what to expect so we were (well, I was) quite excited to see one of the fabulous Südtiroler church processions where the parish brings out their staue of their saint and parades it around town with the entire village following behind. It was really lovely.
But here’s where I fall down in my “learning something new” objective. Since coming home, I’ve discovered that there are two St Pancrases. One is usually depicted dressed as a bishop
and looking all bishop-like, sitting on a throne. The other St Pancras
died when he was 14. Neither of those St Pancrases look like the saint being paraded around the village in my photos. And I’ve never seen a Jesus statue look like that either. So, I’ve no idea really, who the saint in the photos is.
Sorry about that.
Still, it was a great thing to have seen.