castilor peles - the most well-preserved castle in all of europe, also took my breath away with its magnificent architecture, first seen afar as the early rays of the morning sun struck its lofty spires and Greek statues and intricate, ornate walls glinting with compressed grandeur, each and every room uniquely themed; rich brocade tapestries, five holes in a wall for a dripping fountain, venetian mirrors to reflect Rembrandt copies on the ceilings, neorenaissance windows that capture glimmers of sunlight to reflect themselves in splendour, cherubs amd their harps carved on heavy doors, fur-lined books stretched from wall to wall in elegant oak shelves, collections of swords, rapiers, halberds, shields, armour pieces adorning the walls around the german hangman sword on the fireplace and figures of knights with one on a metal horse, and we glide around in specially provided furry slippers, marvelling at the marbled interiors and the dazzling exteriors of a delightful castle decked head to toe in mute glorious detail.