I'm sitting beneath the Castello d'Este in Ferrara, on one of the protective walls around the moat. It's 9pm, gorgeous out, not quite dark but getting there. The moat is rippling a little in the breeze and it makes the castle's reflection a bit ghostly.
The castle is really quite impressive: it's huge and brick with four towers, and all the windows have rich red curtains. It doesn't seem to have changed much since it was built in the 14th century, but I suppose I'll find out when I go there tomorrow.
I'm writing this now because it's so beautiful out and I don't want to go back to the hostel yet. Despite the passing people and cars, and the implications of the castle itself, it's a very peaceful scene.
There is a very small church across from where I'm sitting, but I don't think it's the d'Este one; earlier today I visited the little convent church where Lucrezia Borgia, along with others, is buried, but it wasn't open. Tomorrow.
It would be nice to be the curator of a place like this castle. Not a museum; I'd rather be in a monument, a place where history occured and the evidence is all around.
It's getting a little chilly so I think I'll go. It's just so peaceful I don't want to.
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