In an assault long planned, today I stormed the castle. I won't give the details on the history of Castelo de São Jorge, cuz that's here, but I was the first person through the gate this morning leading the charge of elderly and overweight, mostly German cruisers fresh off the newly docked liner. Evoking images of days of yore, I was a clear-eyed invader: strong in sinew and mighty in muscle with a steely blue gaze.
Yeah, whatever. I just needed to put something down so I didn't have a post of just photos. So here are the photos.
Yeah, whatever. I just needed to put something down so I didn't have a post of just photos. So here are the photos.
I guess even castles get boo-boos and need staple-stitches.
My steely blue gaze was overmatched by the blue in the attire of the permanent residents.
The "Traitor's Door" is a small (maybe 5' tall) sally port in the backside of the castle bulwark wall. It's where messengers and spies got access. The banded door and it's hinge is interesting.I wonder if it was red at the time as a metaphor for spilled blood?
Time to drink some local liqueur. Sour cherry. Pretty dang yum. I'll follow it up with a $4.00 bottle of quite tasty – to me, at least – Moscatel. I'm not doing much running these days, so why not drink?
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