Located on a hilltop fortress gives an overview of almost the whole island and melting in the heat of the day spires of its churches are visible from any hill.
Shaggy citadel gathers all the winds running around the island like a magnet.City percolate them through its narrow alleys polishing sandstone masonry.
That’s why its sides are so smooth and plain. Only occasionally air masses are caught by vintage door handles and knockers being forever stuck on a winding street and resisting the human masses.
These scurfy old doorbells appear to be the only marks of distinction between faceless streets. Or may be they are the sign that the fortress is still alive and will defend its inhabitants until the last sound of metal hitting the metal.
Have a good day, MarrySav!)
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