Stone Chapel – Grund, Luxembourg


Abandoned stone Chapel in the Grund.

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28 thoughts on “Stone Chapel – Grund, Luxembourg

  1. What a cool place, I can't imagine it's abandoned. I would spend days walking through it. The iron work on the windows is amazing and I'll bet it original. Imagine it was hand forged hundreds of years ago. Humbling.

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  2. It's such a beautiful place! I love the bench in the fourth photo – terrific:)
    Have a glorious day dear friends:)
    Hugs

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  3. Muito show com aquela parte de pedras misturadas com a construção… e se tá ABANDONADA eu posso dar uma de brazuka, invadir e ficar morando? EU SOU UM SEM TERRA! NÃO TENHO FAZENDAS NEM SITIOS!

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  4. I can't believe it's abandoned!This chapel is so lovely and so unic, being carved in the mountain behind..here, such an abandoned place would have no more statue nor bench, someone would have “adopt” them very quickly!

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  5. PS: happy birthday to the girl!! we send her a lot of hugs and kisses from the south!..:)
    I hope this day will be a wonderful one for her!

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  6. Oh, wow! This post raises so many more questions…I think of a chapel as a small building set off apart from a main structure…this looks more like a church! I wonder why it was abandoned?

    Maybe it is just too eerie or spooky! Looks rather like a dungeon when you get right down to it!

    Beautiful photos, though. They make me want to investigate further!

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  7. Hi again, Leia! I was going to say that we have not eaten at the Japanese Steak House yet…partly because Lois Anne is a vegetarian and I don't eat beef.

    But, we have a Brazilian Steak House called Ipanema here in Ocala. Some friends of ours ate there recently and gave it high praise…said the food, ambiance, etc., was excellent. So when you visit Ocala, we'll take you there, OK?

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  8. Dear Cezar and Leia,
    As a Luxembourg native I do of course know the chapel of St Quirin, but when I saw your beautiful pictures and read all the notes, I was ashamed that I could not tell you anymore about this very very old local church.
    But this country was so strongly religious after it had been convinced to Christianism by St Willibrord (Northumberland and Echternach) in the 7th century, that there is not likely to be a more dense concentration of old churches and chapels anywhere in Europe (the World).
    I went to look around on the net for some more details and tzhe best english text I could find was here : http://bit.ly/aYfunz
    Make a Find on “Quirin” to easily locate the right part of the text.
    http://bit.ly/aYfunz
    or here:
    Among the gardens of the valley of the Petrusse, at foot of its tremendous viaduct, stands the Chapel of St. Quirinus. It is a little natural grotto in the rock, or hollowed out about the commencement of the third century; a belfry above it enshrines a Calvary, a carven rock-pulpit stands outside and dominates the valley ; the façade with its slender windows has the legend graven,

    A.D. MCCC
    L. V. ac. I° + VI

    that is, Anno Domini 1355 ac Innocentio Sexto.
    On the lintel of the door is the Cross of the Teutonic Order, whose chevaliers set it there. From the door a rock-cut path leads to the Fount of St. Quirinus, shrined and adorned; another chapel near contains an old carved wooden group, three virgins seated on a mule, the central figure wearing a bandage on her eyes. These, as at Vianden and Trois Vierges, are the three Hecates, Trivia, Triceps, and Tergemina; or the three Norns; or the three Christian Graces. A round rock-cavity in the old chapel, with a gutter leading to a square hewn basin, served once for sacrificial altar and blood-conduit.

    This claims to be the country's oldest sanctuary. To St. Quirinus' Spring since the tenth century have come pilgrims, every Fourth Sunday after Easter, drinking of the water and bathing eyes therein with mass and prayer, and hearing sermon from the pulpit in the rock. The stone frontal of the altar is as old as the pilgrimage. I ponder amid these rocky walls with their warm and velvety tints, their pied greys and russets and fawns and olives, by the clear stream-side, upon the rites, strange and dark, which here had place in the sacred wood that shaded this spot before the coming of the Saints; when of a sudden the sweet sound of the bell stirs me, and looking through the rusty bars of the screen into the chapel's darkness, 1 see by the quivering light of tapers the people prone upon the earth, an aged priest uplifting the Host above his head. In this Catacomb of “Sanct Grein” the pure Victim has prevailed.

    Best regards
    pol@wirtz.com

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  9. I could get lost at a place like this and enjoy every minute of it. Great shots of a very interesting place.

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