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Author: Rafaela con Viaggia

I'm a travel writer and with a specialisation in Castles all around the globe. If you are a castle owner and you want to be included in my future guide please contact me.

The Fortress That Shed Granite Tears

Posted on April 19, 2025 by Rafaela con Viaggia

The Castle that Wept Granite Perched high on the jagged cliffs above the River Teifi in Wales, Cilgerran Castle has stood for nearly eight centuries—less as a relic and more as a stubborn geological fact. Constructed primarily between 1223 and 1230 by William Marshal, 1st Earl of Pembroke and one of the most powerful men…

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The Crying Gargoyle of Hohenzollern Castle

Posted on April 18, 2025 by Rafaela con Viaggia

The Weeping Gargoyle of Hohenzollern Castle Perched atop the 855-meter-high Mount Hohenzollern in the Swabian Alps, Hohenzollern Castle commands the German horizon like a sentinel from a mist-enshrouded folktale. It is not, as some assume, a relic of medieval rigidity alone—Hohenzollern as we know it today is the third incarnation of a fortress whose tangled…

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The Fortress at Weather’s Edge

Posted on April 17, 2025 by Rafaela con Viaggia

The Castle at the Edge of Weather Perched alone on the blustery Atlantic coast of County Clare, Ireland, is Doonagore Castle — a 16th-century tower house whose name means “fort of the rounded hill” in Gaelic. Standing as a windswept sentinel over the ocean and village of Doolin, Doonagore’s origins are steeped in stone and…

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The Fortress That Remembers the Moon

Posted on April 16, 2025 by Rafaela con Viaggia

The Castle That Remembered the Moon Cradled in the wind-kissed highlands of Aberdeenshire, amid the moors and gorse-thickened valleys of eastern Scotland, lies a fortress older than many of its neighboring stones dare remember: Dunnottar Castle. Perched upon a dramatic promontory overlooking the North Sea, its weather-battered ruins speak not merely of time, but of…

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The Castle Whose Towers Never Forgot

Posted on April 15, 2025 by Rafaela con Viaggia

The Castle Whose Towers Remembered Everything Perched high on a rocky outcrop overlooking the serene River Dee in northeast Wales, the brooding structure of Castell Dinas Brân commands both reverence and sorrow. Often overshadowed by more flamboyant Gothic counterparts or the unassailable bastions of Edward I’s Iron Ring, Dinas Brân is a rarer specimen—a ruined…

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The Castle That Longed for Silence

Posted on April 15, 2025 by Rafaela con Viaggia

The Castle that Dreamed of Silence In the low heart of Slovakia’s countryside, where the Váh River winds without ceremony past pale green hills, sits the often-overlooked but indomitably dignified Bojnice Castle. Of all Central Europe’s slow-breathing stone leviathans, Bojnice is perhaps the most romantic—not in the Disney-princess sense of the word, but in its…

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The Fortress That Wouldn’t Fall

Posted on April 14, 2025 by Rafaela con Viaggia

The Castle That Refused to Crumble Krzyżtopór Castle, nestled in the pastoral fields of Ujazd, Poland, is a testament to ambition, eccentricity, and the heavy hand of time. Built between 1627 and 1644 by the nobleman Krzysztof Ossoliński, the castle was meant to be not merely a residence but an esoteric marvel—both fortress and calendar….

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The Fortress That Dreamed in Stone and Wept in Selfies

Posted on April 14, 2025 by Rafaela con Viaggia

The Castle That Dreamed in Basalt and Mourned in Selfies Perched atop a lonely, wind-lashed rock in the verdant heart of Bohemia, the enigmatic Houska Castle stands as one of the Czech Republic’s strangest and most enduring edifices. Located approximately 47 kilometers north of Prague, the fortress emerges from the dense forests of the Kokořínsko…

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The Fortress That Longed for Quiet

Posted on April 13, 2025 by Rafaela con Viaggia

The Castle That Dreamed of Silence Rising stoically from the basalt cliffs of southern Bohemia, perched like a stone sentinel over the Vltava River, Český Krumlov Castle is one of the best-preserved medieval complexes in Central Europe. It is not as internationally fawned over as Neuschwanstein nor as instantly Instagrammable as Mont Saint-Michel. Yet behind…

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The Castle That Remembered It Was a Mouthpiece

Posted on April 13, 2025 by Rafaela con Viaggia

The Castle That Remembered It Was a Mouth Edinburgh Castle, perched defiantly atop Castle Rock, is less a fortress than a geological proclamation. The basalt volcanic plug upon which it rests surged skyward from the Paleogene Earth over 340 million years ago, but human conquest, of course, arrived rather later. Archaeological evidence tells us that…

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The Castle That Longed for Bells and Endured Selfies

Posted on April 13, 2025 by Rafaela con Viaggia

The Castle That Dreamed of Bells and Suffered Selfies Perched atop a basalt promontory overlooking the sleepy town of Fougeres in Brittany, France, Château de Fougères is a fortress that has withstood more than nine centuries of storms, sieges, and sorrow. First chronicled in the 11th century, the castle is a marvel of medieval military…

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The Castle That Perplexed the Mountains

Posted on April 12, 2025 by Rafaela con Viaggia

The Castle That Confused the Mountains Perched high above the meeting point of two tumbling rivers in eastern Slovakia, the ruins of Spiš Castle (Slovak: Spišský hrad) command the surrounding landscape like a contemplative elder who has seen too much. Constructed in the 12th century atop an earlier Slavic hillfort, the castle evolved over four…

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Castles Get Kicked in the Bricks each Summer

Let’s face it: some backpacks just carry your stuff. This one tells your entire life philosophy in one ridiculous, multilingual joke. Imagine strolling into a museum, a bus stop, or your ex's new wedding—with a bag that declares, in ten languages, that castles are always the losers of summer.

Why? Because deep down, you know:

  • Tourists always win.
  • History has a sense of humor.
  • And you, my friend, are not carrying your lunch in just any nylon sack—you’re carrying it in a medieval meltdown on your shoulders.

This backpack says:

  • “I’ve been to four castles, hated three, and got kicked out of one for asking where the dragons were.”
  • “I appreciate heritage sites, but I also think they could use a bit more slapstick.”
  • “I’m cute, I’m moopish, and I will absolutely picnic on your parapet.”

It’s absurd.
It’s philosophical.
It holds snacks.

In short, it’s not just a backpack—it’s a mobile monument to glorious collapse.

And honestly? That’s what summer’s all about.

Philosophy thirts

Feeling surveilled? Alienated by modernity? Accidentally started explaining biopolitics at brunch again? Then it’s time to proudly declare your loyalties (and your exhaustion) with our iconic “I’m with Fuckold” shirt.

This tee is for those who’ve:

  • Said “power is everywhere” in a non-BDSM context.
  • Tried to explain Discipline and Punish to their cat.
  • Secretly suspect the panopticon is just their neighbour with binoculars.

Wearing this shirt is a cry of love, rebellion, and post-structural despair. It says:
“Yes, I’ve read Foucault. No, I will not be okay.”

Stay tuned for more philosophical shirts and backpacks, as we at Benders are working on an entire collection that will make even the ghost of Hegel raise an eyebrow.

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