I'm in Spain for a week or so, sleeping in an eight-poster bed in a suite that's bigger than my flat, in an ancient walled fortress overlooking a marina in which Columbus's tiny backup caravel, the Pinta, is casually moored among the yachts*.
Are these battlements, or crenellations?
You came in that thing? You're braver than I thought.
* Just discovered the Pinta is a replica. I have a feeling the fortress may be, too. The lichen, is, however, real.