The picturesque town set on the Aare River and against the background of the wall of the Jura mountains, in which Kościuszko had to die, decided to have eleven of everything. Eleven churches, eleven fountains, eleven towers, eleven chapels, eleven altars in the cathedral of St. Urus and eleven bells on the belfry. The stairs to the cathedral, which, of course, has eleven doors, are divided every eleven steps, and the strangest is the dial of one of the city’s clocks which has only eleven hours. In the olden days, the Elders Council had eleven members, and there were eleven guilds in the city, and the city walls had eleven (and a half!) bastions. There is no need to mention that the local canton joined the Swiss confederation as the eleventh.