Transylvania: The Corvin Castle

Tranylvania (in Romania) is like this huge magnet for tourists from all over the world.

If not for for its myths then for its medieval castles and wonderful traditions.

And today I am taking you with me through The Corvins Castle/ Hunyadi Castle.

The most well preserved medieval castle from Transylvania, built in the 14th century in a full gothic architecture.

And we will stop here with the theory because the last thing I said was “gothic architecture”.

But not only the architecture was gothic.

It can easily be used as a set for “The beauty and the beast” story.

I will show you, in photos why I sensed it as being a castle of contrasts: the rich and the poor, the good and the bad.

It was not hard imagining fine banquest being held here, with all the honors and intrigues.

And in the mornings, how the high class ladies enjoyed zooming the suroundings from the insides of the thick walled castle, keeping them safe from the outward world..

Long afternoons used for choosing the outfits for the evening to come: selecting from the finest silks, to sweeten up some bitter realities .

Because just below, on abrupt stairs, and dark hallways, things were far less glamorous and much more cruel.

In their own castle, whom to protect them for evil, from cold hearted people?

Life was not easy in medieval ages, people were not easy in their manners or in their ways in attaining different pursuits.

No matter how many candles burnt out to bring light to the dark ages, there were places where light never reached.

Not always people was patient enough in finding how their peers acted, so no surprise that in the hidden black rooms a painful truth was born: torture.

Looking at these could not ask myself: how to produce tools with wich to inflict pain on other people?

Masks to be heated in fire and applied to the prisoners’s faces, or to screw their eyes inwards.

This is not imagination, yet it was other people’s nightmare and reality.

Dozens of torture methods, one meaner and more horrifying than the other.

Forcing people to confess their sins, or worse.. things they were not guilty at all just confessing whatever for gaining freedom.

It’s mindblowing when you study their expressions and try to relive these glimpses of history.

It’s revolting to see faces of authority who perhaps could have stopped it , and yet they chose the other way around.

Trust me: this is a castle to be seen. Not all enveloped in milk and honey, fairies and princes.

A true castle, giving us the ultimate universal history lesson.

A lesson about people, humanity and the lack of it.

A “not to do” history lesson, which to make us appreciate our health, our rights, our freedom.

This is a reminder that we should always be pro peace and not anti war, standing up for both ourselves and for the weak ones who can not see the light just yet.

The Corvin Castle will imbue into yourself, like a living entity.

You will leave from there richer than you entered, ready to overflow with humanity onto the others.

My autumnal home

Time after time again…

Coming here with the same passion.

Embracing light


Climbed slippery steps in the winter, saw the blossoms from the courtyards in spring, counted the breezes chasing away torrid city summers.

And yet, my castle was almost like built-for-autumn. It lives and breathes autumn.

The light is tender with it in the morning, at noon the woods embraces it in dozens of coppery- golden shades, and at night the fir trees protects him.

And the statues… if in my earlier years, haven’t got my complete attention, now I can weave so many stories for each of them.

I take these walks mesmerized as I did the first time when discovering this… autumnal dream.


Maybe a bit more passionate and intrigued.

It’s…no, he’s  a castle, not a wizard… or a disguised wizard?

And yet, as the years pass by, he simply keeps on  conquering me, with my muted acceptance.

Funny:  that morning when taking this photo, I somehow felt like getting home.



One photo, ok not one, one hundred photos.

And when does the shutter stop in autumn?

Just admiring

I bet, and can not blame those who wonder: how many times you can shoot that forest, or those leaves?

In the end, there’s only foliage.

Well, there is, but it’s not this one.

In this one  November smells to me of pines and sugar glazzed apples from the boutiques at the border of the forest.

This year and this photo is guaaranteed, so why not shooting from every single angle?

That’s the beauty of photography: everything is allowed: no one counting.

Just admiring, filling my internal disk with stunning nuances,rustling of the woods.

I want all the reds, the greens and bronzed up displays to keep me warm in the black-white wintery months that are right around the corner.

Warmth from within. Loving this November. Like never before.