Word of the Dracula’s Grave site had reached my Dad back home in Festus, Missouri, when a small article about it appeared in a local newspaper. Dad sent me the clipping and remarked that the tomb would be something to see. My Cousin, Joe, was stationed about 12 km from where I was, so one weekend he and I left my apartment (which was very close to the cemetery) and sought out this location.
I remember it being an eerie site because of all the ornate carvings and illustrations it contained. The newspaper article had mentioned that the current Burgomeister of Kitzingen told of young American soldiers who would hang out at this location, no doubt full of brew of some kind or another, waiting for something to happen on weekend midnights. A resurrection, perhaps?
Of course, nothing did happen, but even so I never got drunk enough to want to do that. But I am very glad that I got here to see and photograph it.
Shot #3. Another view of the ceiling.