The famous St. Paul Cathedral in Malacca, Malaysia, is the oldest church built by Europeans in Southeast Asia. St. Paul's Church was built in 1521 for the Portuguese. After the Dutch occupation of Malacca in 1670, the church was used as a castle, the oldest ancient city here, the Malacca River crossed the city. Zheng He docked here six times in the Western Ocean. Now it is the throat of the lifeline of the Strait of Malacca. Recommendation!
At the corner of the Red House Square, through the Zheng He Memorial Gallery, we arrived at Mount Sao Paulo, which is actually very low, just a small hill. Climbing up this hill is a church with the same fate as Big Sanba. There are only four walls left. From Mount Sao Paulo, the Strait of Malacca also has infinite scenery. All the way down from Mount Sao Paulo to the Sultan Palace, numerous museums fainted me, so that I finally returned home without going to the Sultan Palace. Walking around here is a manual job, you can budget a little more time.
went to malacca with my friends and i found the place very accommodating. people there are very friendly. everything is affordable. we visited st. paul’s church. it is located uphill that when you are on top you can see most parts of malacca city. the church is also guarded as the oldest church in southeast asia.
In the ruins of St. Paul's Church on Mount Sao Paulo in Malacca, the time was fixed in the 1500s and 1600s, because the ruins had large and small cornerstones engraved with the birth and death dates of the deceased ancestors of that era, and perhaps in Latin scripts that we could not understand, recorded or grieved, or romantic or earth-shaking stories. Most of these ancestors were Portuguese or Dutch from the West. In the church there is the tomb of Saint Francisco Shavillo, born in Portugal, where Saint Francisco was buried in 1553. Outside the church gate, you can see the standing marble elephant of Saint Francisco. The right arm of the elephant disappeared. It is said that the statue, which was erected in 1952, was struck by a branch the next day and broke its right arm. In more incredible legend, as early as 1614, the remains of St. Francis'right arm were sacred. I don't know if it's a coincidence or a providence to break the right arm of the elephant. After going down the hill, I found a cool place to rest and daydream about my favorite place. I stared at the red house and church across the street. A flower cart for a living was quietly abandoned there. The owner disappeared. A man dressed as a puppet was wearing a golden coat like paint, a golden hat like paint, and his face was covered with gold powder. Standing there with a wooden stick, moving his arms and turning his body from time to time, he was extremely impatient. On the stool in front of him stood a small box full of money. I found him turning the corner from the crowded square in front of the red house. Half a day later, no one had ever looked at him. I muttered in my heart that the money seemed to be profitable, but it was too hard for him. Time is not worth money to him. Another hour passed, and he waddled back to the square in a twinkling of an eye.
Sao Paulo Church was built in 1521 by Portuguese together with Sao Paulo Castle. It is the oldest church built by Europeans in Southeast Asia. Because the famous missionary Saint Francis was buried here, there was a statue of Father Saint Francis erected in front of the church. The statue is white all over. It is very realistic, but it has no right hand. Legend has it that the Dutch did not believe that the Portuguese missionary was invincible after his death, so they dug out his body and cut off his right hand, resulting in blood flow. The frightened Dutch therefore regarded him as sacred and set up a statue for him in front of the church.
Although the wreckage is broken, it is also a record of nearly 500 years. Looking carefully at the tombstones in churches, we can see many stories. In the middle of the sixteenth century, these Europeans crossing the ocean, with the hope of exploring the new world, may lose their children one after another in a cold winter, and feel the fragility of life, but they can not stop people from exploring the spirit. I found a tombstone, and the deceased and I were born on the same day in the same month, which has a slight resonance.