theblackworkshop:

Seaside town

reminds me of prince eric’s castle :}

travelingcolors:

Cochem, Rhineland-Palatinate | Germany (by Jim Skreech)

lonleytraveller:

Predjama, Slovenia

Thomas Hoepker, East Berlin, Prenzlauer Berg, 1974

viciousstyles:

Architectural Wonders:

Dunnottar Castle (Scottish Gaelic: Dùn Fhoithear, “fort on the shelving slope”) is a ruined medieval fortress located upon a rocky headland on the north-east coast of Scotland, about two miles (3 km) south of Stonehaven. The surviving buildings are largely of the 15th–16th centuries, but the site is believed to have been an early fortress of the Dark Ages. Dunnottar played a strategic role in the history of Scotland from the Early Middle Ages through to the 18th century Jacobite risings, largely because of its strategic location and the strength of its situation. Dunnottar is best known as the place where the Honours of Scotland, the Scottish crown jewels, were hidden from Oliver Cromwell’s invading army in the 17th century. A seat of the Earl Marischal, Dunnottar declined after the last Earl forfeited his titles by taking part in the Jacobite rebellion of 1715. The castle was restored in the 20th century and is now open to the public.
The ruins of the castle are spread over 3 acres (1.2 ha), surrounded by steep cliffs that drop to the North Sea 50 metres (160 ft) below. A narrow strip of land joins the headland to the mainland, along which a steep path leads up to the gatehouse. The various buildings within the castle include a 14th century tower house as well as a 16th century palace.

lotvs:

Schloss Drachenburg

theviiiiiiiiiiisual:

“I think a place can be as much a character in a novel as the people.” - Fannie Flagg

One of the most beautiful coffee shops in the world: Callas Cafe, Budapest.

Wake Up Prague  | by © Agnieszka Dargiel

missmorland:

Church of Rodel, Outer Hebrides

"We talk to ourselves when we travel. We get used to the double-voiced loneliness that accompanies us somewhere strange and, because we have already imagined it, familiar. We tell ourselves stories about places, and our stories are stories about us. We knead our dreams and our memories into the clay of new streets and new cities, and because they are a part of us we are never alone."  - Tara Isabella Burton: Fatherlands - Guernica / A Magazine of Art & Politics (via guernicamag)