And has the distinction of having been the capital of the nation for many more years than either
Brasilia or . Rio de Janeiro
Back then, the Portuguese empire was nominally, and almost exclusively, Catholic.
A fact which led to the construction of many, many churches.
In the old city of
, the residents say, there was a different one for every day in the year. Salvador
Let me show you a few of them.
In the archives of this blog, you’ll find an article about Brazilian Wish Ribbons and how they are linked to a certain statue.
The statue is to be found here, in the Basilica of Our Lord of Bomfim. It’s the most popular church in the city, but it is, by no means, the oldest, or the most beautiful.
The Monastery of Our Lady of Mont Serrat is located on a peninsula extending into the sea and contains some splendid seventeenth century woodcarvings.
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of Rosário of the Blacks is in the historical heart of the city on Church of Lady Pelourinho Square. Pelourinho means pillory and it was here, right in front of the church, that slaves were publicly whipped and subjected to other punishments.
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The construction of the building was carried on at night by slaves and free blacks. The black priests of
Bahia are always ordained in this church.
The Church of Our Lady of Victory was founded in 1531.
The Church and Convent of São Francisco is considered to be (literally) the jewel of all of the churches in the city. Not so much for the outside…
…as for the interior. The “
Church of Gold”, as it’s sometimes called, is considered to be the most magnificent example of baroque art in all of the . That’s the real stuff you’re looking at. It’s on the walls, the columns, the roof and the altars. It’s everywhere. And the gold isn’t all. Numerous tiles adorn the corridors. They depict the entire Bible – both the new and old testaments. Americas
Finally, if you want a great façade, it’s got to be this one:
The Church of the Third Order of
All of these carvings were, for many years, covered with a layer of smoothed stucco.
People had forgotten about what lay beneath.
Then, one day, an electrician was called-in to install some wiring.
Turns out he was drunk, and he had a sledgehammer.
He hit the façade much harder than he’d intended to.
And part of the stucco crumbled away.
I have often lifted a glass in his honor.
Leighton – Monday