VISITING THE MYSTRAS CASTLE
Leaving Sparta, approaching gigantic Mt Taygetos, Ι can see the byzantine town on the hillside. In that rock, the capital of Despotate of Morias speaks about the fight of the spirit that kept the Byzantine inhabitants free for two centuries. The lacy ruins are distinguished from far away, and the town stands in front of me, with its proud castle on the top. I climb the rough pathway, looking back sometimes, at Evrotas river valley. The only inhabitants here, are the kind nuns of Pantanassa Monastery. But for me, that History is not just a matter of files but also fantasy, the town is full of people. Warriors and artists, beautiful princesses, wise philosophers, architects, Vilanderouni lords, walk through the narrow roads, while the incomparable beauty of the valley of Sparta lies in front of them.
Text-Photos by Lia Mageira
Leaving Sparta, approaching gigantic Mt Taygetos, Ι can see the byzantine town on the hillside. In that rock, the capital of Despotate of Morias speaks about the fight of the spirit that kept the Byzantine inhabitants free for two centuries. The lacy ruins are distinguished from far away, and the town stands in front of me, with its proud castle on the top. I climb the rough pathway, looking back sometimes, at Evrotas river valley. The only inhabitants here, are the kind nuns of Pantanassa Monastery. But for me, that History is not just a matter of files but also fantasy, the town is full of people. Warriors and artists, beautiful princesses, wise philosophers, architects, Vilanderouni lords, walk through the narrow roads, while the incomparable beauty of the valley of Sparta lies in front of them.
Text-Photos by Lia Mageira
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