The Castle
We have left Belgrade behind, but we will be seeing the Dunav – the Danube – one more time on this trip, at the Golubac Fortress. This is a fabulous castle, located at the place where the Dunav changes from what looks like a wide lake into a rather narrow gorge, ultimately ending at what is called the Iron Gates, an incredible change. And a strategic location for it, of course, hence, the castle. But not just a castle, this one has a number of separate towers, which apparently could be defended independently of each other – they are unconnected. Which means that we, as visitors, could potentially climb to many of the towers individually, quite an effort from the looks of it. Unfortunately, on a weekday like today, only the lower three towers are open to the public.
Golubac was probably constructed in the 14th Century. Unusual for such a structure, it is actually unclear who built it, the Hungarians, Bulgarians or Serbs – what is clear is that it changed hands between them several times. After the Battle of Kosovo it fell briefly into Ottoman hands, then became Hungarian, and in 1403 was ceded to despot Stefan Lazaravic – this is how he is referred to, a despot, who had established the Serbian Despotate that lasted another 70 years after the Serbian Empire had collapsed. When Stefan died, he was succeeded by another despot, Durad Brancovic, and then some of his offspring, until in 1459 the Ottomans took over the remains of what had been Serbia in one form or another.(To be fair, in those days the title ‘despot’ was conferred upon a local ruler by the Ottoman emperor; its current meaning evolved over the later centuries.)
The Monastery
From Golubac we head south, to the Manasija Monastery, which is located in the municipality of Despotovac. Really! Not surprisingly, the monastery was founded, at the beginning of the 15th century, by despot Stefan, who is also buried here. The church and the refectory are built inside a fortress consisting of a massive wall, with no less than eleven towers. The inside of the church is decorated by frescoes. Apparently, only a quarter of the original paintings survived, following abandonment of the monastery during Ottoman times, roof collapse and later explosions. But what is left, is impressive and very beautiful, indeed. I understand that people who know about these things – much more than I do – consider these to be predecessors to the Serbian equivalent of Renaissance art. Of course, no photographs allowed inside, so what I can show you here is sneakily taken with the phone (I find all these ‘no photographs’ rules such a nonsense: show what you have, share it with the rest of the world, also those who cannot come to see it in real).
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