While we drove to Bara and back, always paid attention to the numerous pointers of sights. Most of all I was interested in the names: "Gradiste" and "Praskvitsa". It turned out they were monasteries. Oddly enough, the first time I managed to persuade my husband to turn around and look at the “Gradiste” monastery “with one eye”.
Although the day was drawing to a close and the sun was gone, we did not regret at all that we went there - not a single soul, only a quiet, slightly gloomy and mysterious atmosphere of the church complex reigned. While wandering around the churchyard, an old record with the chants of the church male choir suddenly started playing. Apparently we've been noticed. Of course, we did not understand what they sang about, but the echoes of their singing reverberated throughout the complex, adding color to the gloomy atmosphere.
The Church of St. Nicholas was opened; It was interesting to look at the old frescoes on its walls. Read more about it in the Guide - Monastery "Gradiste".
On the way back we noticed one plant; it differed from others in that our ubiquitous compatriots left a message on it:
