There's a church not far from Vienna. It calls itself a monastery, but it's entirely full of nuns. Believe me, this caused no small amount of debate when I got home. "They said it was a monastery." "Surely, nuns in a nunnery?" "Don't correct the nuns." I didn't really have the nerve to ask where all the monks were, though, because every statue outside the church was a saint in varying degrees of martyrdom. Even the Jesus on the Cross in the sanctuary was a Bloody Anguish Jesus instead of the Regretfully Resigned Jesus we'd seen in every other church. Enjoy these statues. Don't have nightmares.