Roman Catholic Archdiocese of Bar

The Roman Catholic Archdiocese of Bar is an ecclesiastical territory or diocese of the Roman Catholic Church in Montenegro. It is centred in the city of Bar (Italian Antivari). It was erected as a diocese in the 9th century and elevated to an archdiocese in 1089. The Archbishopric was by Pope's decree abolished some time after 1140, until it was restored by the Serbian medieval Nemanjić dynasty in 1199.

The Archbishops regularly wear titles of "Primates of Serbia" (Primas Serviae), implemented as a permanent part of the title by Archbishop Stephen Tegliatti in 1475, since 1256 early on self-styled as "Archbishop of Slavians".

The archdiocese's cathedral is the Cathedral of the Immaculate Conception in Bar. Zef Gashi currently serves as Archbishop in the archdiocese.

In 1923, Traboin, Tuzi, Grude, and Klezna were added to the Archbishopric from the Roman Catholic Archdiocese of Shkodër. In 1969, the territory of the municipalities of Plav, Gusinje, and Vojno Selo were added to the Archbishopric from the Roman Catholic Archdiocese of Skopje.

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