Perched on a cliff and overlooking the sea, the only way to get to this outpost is to climb. A monument as ancient it stretches back into the mists of antiquity, it was rebuilt in the middle ages, and then rebuilt again after the great wars. A shrine today – it was perhaps always one – maybe to older gods or different tribes. But the landscape and the scenery itself sanctifies and blesses this space – and it needs neither the approval nor permission of the abstract ideas men wish to superimpose upon it.