I have a tendency to come to castles when they are in the interim of closing/opening/preparing for weddings/preparing for tonight's arrangements. But our capitalistic, materialistic prayers were heard and we were allowed to have tea and pastry.
A similar photo of me exists also from the Moratalla castle - still coming up. It's like a natural instinct - is there a crown? Grab one and put it on your head. Is there a throne? Sit in it.
The tone definitely set by the chili tea and great company as well.
Before it was time to move on to meetings and such, we really wanted to see the water (and I touched it! It wasn't too cold, for some reason).
Because across, there is the island Ven! Supposedly beautiful in the summer and perfect for a day tour on bike. Maybe this May? :)
Behind us (note that we walk on huge heaps of algae): ships and ferries with anchors down, glimmering in the dark.