Photographer's Note

The impression that there takes the traveler when it approaches Trujillo is that of being before a medieval stranded ship in a hill of rocky places. The city rises proud and vigilant on a surprising and beautiful granitic node, on an unusual berrocal, as he says the popular folk song: " If you will go to Trujillo, where you will enter, you will find one league of berrocales ". The mass of his towers and his ruins stands out on the sky.

It is Trujillo an urbanized well open, clear, comfortable, regularly, pleasant city and that gives a sensation of well-being of rural nobleman. Age like that and this way it is Trujillo: A center of meeting between races and cultures built on the hill Peak of Fox to dominate in plain a few limits that are ruled between the Tagus and the Guadiana.
Trujillo is located in the highest of a haughty granitic berrocal splashed with holm oaks and carrascos; it is a beautiful medieval city, reference forced to the visitors who want to know the history of this Extremaduran ground.

His battlements, palaces, churches and ancestral houses have formed with his memory the portrait of this lot, otrora unassailable; such it seems, that it would not be strange that the popular imagination had conceived the legend of which some stonemason chiselled, for art of some magic or wonder, in the proper rock of the hill the profile of his citadel. If this way it was, the mythical stonemason expired too with his task, since Trujillo is undoubtedly an example of harmony and adaptation to the environment berrocaleo; carved stone, on the proper rock.

Sometimes, when in background clairvoyant, between two lights, the haughty profile of the medieval town, the traveler who comes closer, should be which will be the rose of the winds, he can go so far as to think that the time has stopped for a moment, and that it has been transported by the arts of some Merlin to the Medievo.

Trujillo is necessary to cover it on foot, step by step, with calm, it is not for tourists of camera and window of automobile, but of shoe, sombrero and cane; Trujillo needs his time because, once here, the hours start stopping having importance. From the Square to the Arab Citadel there is the steep one and serpenteante stretch; the street of the Archers, the Round of the Battlements, or the Slope of the Blood (in the imaginative popular conscience, crimson perspiration will be necessary to sweat to crown her), they are a step forced to gain access to the citadel for the Door of Santiago or that of San Andrs, any route is good, they all leak a haughty past of history and of art.

A partial capture from the castle from where it is possible to see the whole city, in this photo to the left side the towers of the church of Santa Maria the Biggest, One of her is the so-called New Tower erected in the XVIth century and finished off in the XVIIIth. Nevertheless, her more well-known is another tower, which some of they of them call " Julia Toasts " because some of them supposed that it was built in a lot occupied by a Roman monument devoted to Julio Csar.

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Additional Photos by Charo Parras (Charo) Gold Star Critiquer/Gold Star Workshop Editor/Gold Note Writer [C: 5063 W: 58 N: 12115] (51290)
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