The chapel is all that is left of the ruins of a castle that covered another flat bit of hill with drop-offs on either side that this area seems to have so many of. The village nestles up to the base of the rock. I really enjoyed the church—it had a neat rostrum among other things. We walked through the town, past the castle ruins and up to the chapel (which is closed). The olives are ripening on the trees in the area, turning a lovely purple color on their way from green to black. On the way back down, we walked across the dam to the next little ridge and down to the old windmills. One was open so you could look up and see the gears and mechanics inside the building.
|This dog really wanted to be friends - it looks like a tan French version of Kira!|
|Can you see the little black dog head peeking out of the foliage?|