A place where time has frozen in the past, but life is going on today
It was once upon a time, and still it is as it once was. That’s the essence that best describe the Viscri Village, a picturesque village where time has stopped some time ago.
If you have the enticement to step back in time, to enjoy the beauty of the nature and the authenticity of the place, this is the right spot!
Imagine you walking on the dusty alleys of the village, meeting here and there some manure left by the cattle returning home slowly from the pasture, in the silent evening. You will hear the fowls cackling and the people working in their workshops, where the art of traditional handcrafts is still preserved.
It’s a perfect tranquillity, you can sit peacefully in a backyard chair and hear the cricket’s song in the middle of the night. After a nice sleep in a local guest house, you wake up in the morning and already enjoy the smell of warm bread, fresh milk and tasty marmalade, as well as the creamy butter home-made by the local people.
Everything in Viscri is authentic, idyllic and natural, it smells like deep green, rural and picturesque. You feel that life is smiling to you.
The main destination in Viscri is the fortified church, the oldest one in Romania. Once in front of the church, you will see a wooden door, then, inside the yard you will see the worn benches, where the old Saxons were meeting to hold their celebrations with traditional songs and dances.
The church was built by the Szekely community in the 12th century, then, after the Saxons came around, it was refurbished and enlarged. It represented the refuge place for the local inhabitants when they were attacked by the invaders.
To the inside of the church, the balconies are painted in the rural baroque style. Also, within the defensive walls surrounding the church, there were the storage cells, where the grains were stored. The legend says that local people were keeping food supply in here, and, on every Sunday, when they were coming for the religious service, they had to ask for their share of food for the next week to the villager guarding the walls. ‘You prepare for me as much meat and flower, and by the time the service is finished I will pick them up’. If the local would forget to ask, he had to manage through the entire next week by himself.
This is the short story of the small village, hidden like a nest between the hills.
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