Once upon Wawel Hill
Wawel Royal Castle rises imposingly
executive summary by darmansjah
Walking up the gentle snowcovered
slope towards The Royal Castle, my breath a wisp of steam in the cold air, I am
enveloped by the dream-like notion that I have been transplanted into a story
by the Grimm Brothers. I almost expect to see a distressed maiden unwinding her
long hair from one of the windows of the
Gothic-era castle, with its
onion-shaped domes and ochre-tiled roofs pressed against the winter sky.
Set at the southernmost tip of the
Old Town, a limestone outcrop rising out of the cobbled streets and surrounded
by the glistening waters of the Vistula River, it's easy to imagine fairytale
royalty and mystical creatures in the grounds of Wawel Hill (wawel.krakow.pl).
The castle has been the residence of Polish kings and queens for five
centuries, and there's even a Dragon's Den - the damp cave beneath a line of
turret fortifications is said to have housed a firebreathing beast that
terrorised local residents in the city's early days. The ruler, Prince Krak,
offered his daughter's hand in marriage to whoever could kill the dragon. Many
died trying before a young cobbler struck upon a scheme to stuff a sheep with
sulphur and leave it outside the animal's lair. When the dragon ate it, he
became unbearably thirsty and went to the river to drink - and the water caused
his stomach to swell until it exploded. The dragon died. And the cobbler? He
and his princess lived happily ever after.
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