I kissed the Blarney Stone on my honeymoon. True story.
It’s quite a treacherous journey to the top of the castle it is in. Spiral staircases with narrowing steps made of stone and traffic going up and down simultaneously. You move over to let someone pass and you have less step to step on.
Cool.
sounds way too scary, don’t think I could do that.
I’ve been on old, worn out and embedded worn-down stairwells like that in castles and monasteries in Spain: One person at a time, sometimes it seems easier to use and feet rather than stepping upright.
Surprising very, very few castles and monasteries across north France: Almost all were torn down between the 1780’s rebellions, Napoleons time, the 1820’s rebellions and fighting, and the 1840’s wars, and then the 1870’s anti-religious rebellions.