Among the sights of Sweden old Lech castle is notable for its age and fantastic architecture. Built in 1298 by Bishop Brynolf Algotsson, it often changed owners (including the Royal family) until it became the property of the Swedish state. In fairness we must admit that the original building has remained virtually the Foundation.
In 1470 there occurred a strong fire and the new owner, the Bishop of Brynolf Verlassen, rebuilding it anew. During the reformation the castle became the property of king Gustav I Vasa. In 1543 the owner of the castle becomes the Regent Sture Swant. Then his cousin, Hobenshield Belike. For two years the castle became the property of Sweden, so the king struggled with the extravagance among the nobility. After the execution Bilke, accused of treason, the castle was a wedding present to the Duke Johan Estergetland.
Each owner made changes to the project. Further reconstruction, especially when the Chancellor of Delagardi in 1615, made his masterpiece and a triumph of the Baroque style, only emerging at that time in Scandinavia. For restoration invited the best artists, architects and sculptors of the world. At that time the castle was at its peak. Its name, the castle was in 1684 when its owner became a burnt, Papagaya called “the captain of the Lech”. Continue reading
For one of the dinners I met a married couple who travel from Istanbul. Svetlana, our compatriot in the past, former athlete, he once met on the basis of shared Hobbies professional sports with a Turk (I can’t remember his name), and ten years ago moved to Istanbul. Now they have two children, the eldest of whom went on sporting the footsteps of their parents, and every year they rest on the Turkish part of Cyprus, complaining about expensive roaming between essentially two Turkish territories. She told me and suggested what things cost, how to get there and most importantly – how to find the nearest supermarket and to walk there without the risk of heatstroke. Same evening, as soon as I feel better so much that I ventured to foray outside of the hotel, we went there in search of cheaper, rather than in the restaurant, food and water.
The path was very pleasant, as promised, Svetlana. You had to walk along the beach, past the private beach until you see on the left of the underpass under the road, “more like a collector”. So it went, right on the water, sometimes plunging, why the heat is barely felt. On the shoreline outside of the official beaches were more narrow and wild, but fairly clean. Here and there rested the Turkish-capriccietto family, throwing sand on their mats and baskets of food. Continue reading