Silent knowledge

I could hear the history whispering from the walls. Imagine what the palace has seen since it was build in 1366! Who has stepped across the same tresholds, wandered in the gardens. Not only the kings and queens and other remarcable beings, but also the ordinary people, the servants. Who's job has been sweeping the corridors, who has inserted the numerous tiles, who has carved all the details, who has cooked in there. So many unknown stories of people linked to it.

Just the tought of it. The place. The time. Impressive. Beautiful. Strong.

And there it still stands, holding on to those stories no one can trace back to. Only the palace knows.