The entrance appeared to be like the other castles and fortresses we visited. Here we are sitting on another cannon.
The entrance led us through tiny alleys with a few touristy
Gana's camera battery died midway through our climb to the top. So, we are without some breathtaking pictures. The only way to describe it is to say that I know where I'd like to be standing when the rapture takes place. It was so incredible that I thought how great it would actually be to fly up there with St. Michael and see what he sees on our way to glory.
If you ever go, it's beautiful to climb at night. They have concerts playing in various rooms--flute, piano, strings. In the very top, a sanctuary where they still have a daily mass, a lady was playing the harp. Heavenly. Maybe we had begun our assent into heaven.