A fortress on a cliff. A dramatic silhouette. An old fortification resonant with stories of King Arthur and his knights. It’s hard to drag oneself away from the statues. One wants to wander for hours or even days among the ruins. Spread wide across the shore and thrusting its way into the ocean waves, the windswept, water-worn, weather-beaten mainland and headland offer a timeless vision and memory of a certain kind of human life. Once people traded here. Once it was a port. It always contained a court of kings. And it has never, ever lost its drama, its power, its grandeur, its romance.