Corvin Castle

By Cristina Radu

The weather was perfect, and everything was going smoothly!

I got to the Corvin Castle after I consulted the schedule and the prices that were available on the official website, full of emotions, desire to explore and to capture the most spectacular angles of it through the camera. Of course, with me as the main character. I just didn’t buy the perfect dress from for nothing!

It was Monday afternoon, and Hunedoara was as free as the bird in the sky. I always chose to go on a trip at the beginning of the week. That way I avoid spending a lot of hours at the queue and many other hours to erase people from the photos in Photoshop.

I don’t know exactly if I was too in love with it and that thing it has darkened my judgement, but the castle was looking better than never! The actual form and role of it is assigned since 1440, initially being the first stone fortification from Hunedoara, built in the 1300s.

Usually, I search for as much visual information as can get from the internet before going on a trip, but this time I left from home based on my instinct and totally convinced that no matter how little I would see, it will be enough. I stepped into the interior yard a little bit dizzy, because of the 300 pictures for which I was running around in the circle, trying to create an enchanting shot where I’m running, being torn apart of desire and romanticism to the one thing that got my blood up and my heart to vibrate, the castle. Too much romance? Probably. Obsessed with castles? Hell yes!

Coming back, to not have a plan, is the best plan! I went through every room (attention, with my high heels on), I admired every piece of furniture, window and brick, I’ve always looked back just to be sure that everything will remain deeply engraved into my memory and heart forever, and I smiled at every person I’ve met, as if I invited them into my universe.

After a few hours, I observed that the others were trying very hard to not disturb me while I was taking pictures. Eventually, I realized that they were doing that because they were thinking that I was a bride. In reality, I was picturing myself as a lost princess into the beauty of the 1400s, but it was ok so, too. Certain is that I learned something from that experience. If I will ever catch a nasty crowd at one castle, I will bring my white dress and voila, no more crowd!

A few seconds before leaving, I asked my friend to make me a last picture. Looking now at it, I realize that all my desire and love next to all the vibration of the place, were transposed into that one last picture.

I’ve always said to myself that I am from another world, but I’ve never known which one. Now, I have no doubt about it.

Cristina Radu

Hi! I'm Cristina, I'm 23 years old and I live in Bucharest. I collect antiques, I love cats and I want to live in a castle in France.

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