On my first night in the Czech Republic, a Dixieland band outside my hotel window is
playing "I Left My Heart in San Francisco" to an audience of Brno's female entrepreneurs.
I crashed the party and stayed long enough to catch a fashion show by a local designer and
dine on barbecued chicken-liver kebabs. After accidentally gobbling a mouthful of horseradish,
mistaking it for sauerkraut, I retreated to my room.
I'm staying at the Vila na Hroznové, in a leafy outlying neighborhood of Brno, in
pursuit of the city's legacy as an undiscovered hotbed of Modernism. Brno is the Czech Republic's
second-largest city, a modest Chicago to Prague's increasingly flashy New York. On the outside,
this villa turned hotel exemplifies an architectural style known as Brno Functionalism. Designed
by local architect Arnošt Wiesner, who was influenced by native son Adolph Loos, it
is a solid hunk of modernity, circa 1927, squarish and simple, with big glass sliding doors
that open onto a spacious patio. Inside, however, the décor seems right out of the
Hapsburg Empire. In my humongous three-room suite, there is gold-on-gold brocade wallpaper
and a double-sized sleigh bed with claw feet so articulated that they even have toenails—gold
All this gilded opulence is not exactly what I'm after. This is the town that between the
wars embodied the design ideals the Bauhaus school made famous—clean-lined simplicity
and, as the name of the style's local incarnation makes clear, functionality. What I love
about this city, even on my first disorienting night, is that it has only barely begun to
figure out that the 1,000-plus Modernist buildings around town might be as big a tourist draw
as the outdoor cafés in its medieval square or the mummified monks on view in the crypt
of the Capuchin church. Modernism has not yet become a fetish here, so there is a chance that
you can see the movement for what it once was: the symbol of a wonderfully optimistic, visionary
period in a country that was otherwise held hostage to the troubled ambitions of its neighbors—the
Hapsburgs, the Nazis, the Soviets.
Brno does get its share of architecture tourists. The one thing people know about this city—besides
the fact that it's a perennial crossword-puzzle answer—is that it's the home of the
Vila Tugendhat, one of German architect Ludwig Mies van der Rohe's first important works.
The villa, commissioned in 1928 by a young couple, Fritz and Grete Tugendhat, both offspring
of wealthy textile manufacturers, is built into the side of a hill overlooking the town. Designed
at the same time as Mies's legendary Barcelona Pavilion (which was demolished), the building's
main floor has a similar open plan, with massive windows (including two that work like power
windows in a car), curving walls, and a stunning, iridescent onyx room-divider.
The Tugendhats lived in the house for only eight years, until 1938, when they fled the Nazis.
The building was subsequently appropriated by the Gestapo, and after the war housed a gymnastics
school. It was only recently, in 1994, that the partially restored villa was taken over by
the Brno City Museum and opened to the public.
Driving in my little blue rented Peugeot, I follow my "Modern Architecture in Brno" map to
Černopolní Street. This isn't easy because it is somehow un-Czech to put up street
signs in the expected places—such as intersections—but once I find the right street,
the villa is obvious. It's marked by little clusters of unusually serious-looking tourists
acting as if they've arrived at Lourdes. The pilgrims pace the front walk, searching for a
spot that will yield a good photo of the house. At street level, however, the villa works
like a house in the Hollywood Hills, revealing only a gray garage door and a bare cement
At precisely ﬁve minutes before our tour is scheduled to begin, a tall, thin, blond
woman comes out, opens the locked front gate, and carefully checks our names against a list.
She instructs us to wait on the back terrace and forbids us to take any photos. My fellow
architecture tourists and I hang out on a sun-baked concrete patio furnished only by a semicircular
wooden bench with a chain across it. Sitting is also forbidden.
A group of students from Tulane University's School of Architecture—the only Americans
I encounter during my week in Brno—arrive, late, and our tour begins. In the upstairs
entry hall we put on blue cloth scuffies over our shoes to protect the floor. I half expect
that they'll ask us to don face masks.
Undeniably, this is a magniﬁcent house. Its ebony-paneled walls and built-in closets
are gorgeous, and so are the travertine floors, gleaming onyx wall, and great expanses of
window. As I thread my way among Tulane students who have taken out their sketchbooks and
planted themselves at intervals on the living-room floor, I think that this must be the Mies-iest
spot on earth, the one extant building where he got to try out all his best ideas.
I spend days roaming the city's streets, finding the houses, schools, churches, and stores
represented by the 44 dots on my map, which I track with the anticipation of a treasure hunter
following a pirate's map. Dot No. 36, representing a small development called Nový
Dům, is my favorite. Off in a far corner of the city, tucked between a wooded park and
a highway, are three short blocks of Modernist row houses. This was Brno's answer to the larger
and much better known Weissenhof Siedlung, which opened in Stuttgart in 1927. Here, as in
Stuttgart, the idea was to build exhibition houses that would, at the end of the public display,
become an actual neighborhood. Nový Dům (New House), with 16 buildings by nine
architects, debuted in 1928. Nový Dům is now an almost pastoral place, fully occupied
but largely forgotten.
The Vila Tugendhat is quite grand, but Nový Dům is what Brno Functionalism was
really all about: simple, practical architecture for ordinary people. Less doctrinaire than
the hard little homes Walter Gropius built for the workers of Dessau, Germany, near the Bauhaus
school, these three-story row houses have character and sweetness. Some of the details, like
the balconies, are so rudimentary that they might have been fashioned from Play-Doh. Here,
at the corner of Šmejkalova and Drnovická Streets, the poignancy of a lost moment
in history moves me almost to tears.
Of course, most architecture tourists crave something more monumental, something like a cathedral.
And Brno provides. The Nový Dům houses were actually built as an off-site component
of 1928's Exhibition of Contemporary Culture in Czechoslovakia, a fair commemorating the 10th
anniversary of the new republic. "It was like a celebration of a young, capitalistic, democratic
state," says Iveta Černá, an architectural historian who administers the Vila Tugendhat
for the Brno City Museum, and who shows me the fairgrounds built on former sugar-beet fields
not far outside the original city walls.
Pavilion A, the fair's most powerful structure, was the result of an architectural competition
won by Prague architect Josef Kalous. This is a glorious building. Its giant, wishbone-shaped
concrete ribs supporting a glass (now Plexiglas) ceiling embody both a Modernist passion for
structure and a Gothic sense of awe. These days Pavilion A—along with 15 others, including
some 1920's gems, a couple of 1950's examples of Communist engineering, and several pavilions
from the 1990's—is a venue for the endless parade of trade fairs that are Brno's bread
and butter. The International Fair of Footwear and Leatherwear, the International Welding
Engineering Fair, the International Funeral Fair, and so on.
After two nights at the Vila na Hroz-nové, I relocate to the Hotel Slavia, a 19th-century
historicist heap chosen not for its architecture but for its location in Brno's thriving downtown.
It is a compact, healthy medieval center with two large squares and a network of narrow streets
(many of them reserved for pedestrians), with endless charming courtyards and passageways.
Brno gives the impression of a city that is blossoming, one that takes pleasure in its own
habits and rituals. As I walk around town, still following the dots, my architectural mission
is frequently, and happily, interrupted. For instance, one afternoon my view of the structurally
significant 1930 Moravian Bank building on Brno's main square is obscured by a beach volleyball
competition—the sand trucked in for the occasion—practically on the bank's doorstep.
On another day, the same spot is filled by a concert of remarkably good Czech-inflected country
Mostly this lack of reverence is for the best, although there are times when I wish the town
were a little more self-conscious. For instance, I would have loved to stay in the Hotel Avion,
a sliver of a building designed by Bohuslav Fuchs and considered, back in 1928, a symbol of
the Czech avant-garde. The Avion, sadly, has not been well maintained. It's furnished in a
way that might best be described as functional, but not Functionalist, the sort of Eastern
European décor that makes IKEA look swank by comparison.
But gradually, Brno is find ing ways to commemorate and preserve its Modernist heritage.
The Brno City Museum, located in the Špilberk, the hilltop castle that more or less
constitutes the city's skyline, has an extensive permanent exhibition, "O Nové Brno"
("For New Brno"), that documents the Functionalist moment with historic photos, renderings,
and examples of furniture from the period. The wall text, sadly, is only in Czech, but the
show's catalogue is available in English.
However, the best indicators of a growing appreciation of design are the cafés. On
Jezuitská Street, in a park on the fringes of Brno's medieval core, is a 1995 reconstruction
of Café Zeman. Originally built in 1925, this airy white structure, with its wide-open
façade, was the first important Functionalist building by Fuchs. It was torn down in
1964 to make way for an opera house. Now, reincarnated and furnished with 1920's-style Thonet
bentwood chairs, it doesn't seem like a waxworks at all. And Café Onyx, newly opened
on narrow Zámečnická Street, has floors of Miesian travertine, white upholstered
chairs with bent plywood backs and chrome legs, and a dazzling backlit onyx wall.
I enter Onyx gingerly, half expecting that I'll have to slip blue booties over my shoes.
As I sit and drink a glass of champagne (absinthe is also on the menu), I chat with an architecture
student from Graz who moves slowly through the café, methodically videotaping every
last detail. He pauses to point out the way that the wainscoting meets the marble floor. "That
is copied from Tugendhat," he says. And all I can think, as I sip my brut, is that
quiet, understated Brno is slowly beginning to trade up: the naïve optimism of Modernism's
past for the unvarnished opportunism of the present.
KARRIE JACOBS is a frequent contributor to Travel + Leisure.
WHERE TO STAY
Vila na Hroznové
14 Hroznová; 420-5/4321-1395; doubles from $80.
1517 Solicní; 420-5/4232-1249; www.slaviabrno.cz; doubles from $125.
WHERE TO EAT
1 Zámecnická; 420-5/4221-1406; dinner for two $25.
6 Jezuitská; 420-5/4221-8096; dinner for two $20.
WHAT TO DO
Brno City Museum
1 Špilberk; 420-5/4212-3611; www.spilberk.cz.
9, 111 Bráfova; 210 Drnovická; 210 Petrvaldská; 144148 Šmejkalova.
Brno fairgrounds, 1 Výstavište.
45 Cernopolní; 420-5/4521-2118; www.tugendhat-villa.cz; tour reservations required.