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Day 3 – It’s the fort that counts

Sunday 10 May 2026 – A sunny start to the day: so out on to the hotel restaurant’s veranda to take in the view.

Then our group congregated and, as yesterday, trooped down the road to be collected by Mostafa in his bus, and we set off towards the southern coastal side of Istanbul for our first visit of the day, which was to Yedikule Fortress. As you might infer from the name, this is part of  Constantinople’s formidable fortifications. Built in 1458 by Ottoman Sultan Mehmed II after he conquered the city, the seven-tower complex was created by adding three new towers and fully enclosing a section of the ancient walls of Constantinople. Those walls were built in the 5th century AD during the reign of Roman Emperor Theodosius II. At this point I have to confess that I knew nothing of these walls, so much of the day was spent raising my consciousness about them.

First, though, the fortress.  It is the subject of a substantial restoration project whose banner gives a good overview of its shape.

The bottom three circles are the three extra towers; the run of the wall is across the top of the diagram and the two square blocks represent a triumphal entry gate, called the Golden Gate, which was built in the 6th century. This is what the Gate looks like from inside the courtyard of the fortress.

You can clearly see that at one stage there was a massive central arch through which one would triumphally arrive. Over the years it has been successively bricked up to be smaller and smaller, but it must have been hugely imposing in its day. Over the arch are flagstones with holes in them.

and these holes were a puzzle until someone figured out that they were mounting blocks for metal letters. Some further clever thinking deduced what these letters probably were

and thus reconstructed what the text was – “HAEC LOCA THEODOSIUS DECORAT POST FATA TYRANNI”, “Theodosius decorated these places after the downfall of the tyrant.” 

From the other side, the Golden Gate looks like this.

You can see the outline of the original triumphal arch in the centre, and the successively smaller portals inside it. Behind you as you look at the gate from this side is the Little Golden Gate.

This presumably gave extra pith and moment to any processional entry, and, more importantly, was part of a second wall built in support of the main walls into which the Yedikule fortress was incorporated. More on the walls later.

Yedikule became a place of imprisonment and execution. In front of the Little Gate, for example, is a well, down which the bodies would be thrown to be washed away into the Sea of Marmara. There is another well, used for the same purpose, inside one of the towers, which was also used for imprisonment.  

You can see joists and the holes for them which indicate that there were several floors off which were cells in which prisoners could be kept. If they died or were to be executed, the central well was for disposal of the bodies.

Looking carefully round the fortress, one can see a few subversive Christian relics which presumably escaped Ottoman notice:

Even a Roman eagle survived.

We climbed up inside the Golden Gate and were presented with a great view over the courtyard of the fortress

and, incidentally, an oversight of the huge queue of shipping waiting to be allowed up the Bosphorus. 

The viewpoint at the top of the gate allowed us to get some idea of how the walls were designed.

To the left you can see the main walls. From there, a terrace leads to a second wall, then another terrace and then a ditch, which was the moat, itself defended by a crenelated wall. It’s interesting to see that the locals use the moat these days as market gardens or allotments.

This very daunting double-walled construction was built during the reign of Theodosius II, and hence it’s called the Theodosian Walls. They ran some 4 miles, north from the Sea of Marmara up to the Golden Horn inlet, thus forming a massive land wall which, together with the existing sea walls, formed a protective cordon around the city  that successfully defended the whole of the Constantinople peninsula from incursion by land or sea for over a thousand years. Eventually, in the 15th century, the Ottomans found a weak point where a river ran through the Theodosian Walls and used it as one of the tactics to be able to invade the city

The walls, therefore, were critical to the enduring success of Constantinople as the centre of power for the region. The Land Walls was (were?) a huge construction project.  The main walls were 4.5 – 6m thick and 12m high. Their construction included bands of bricks, a technique  which strengthens the construction and, importantly for this region, makes it more resistant to earthquakes. The technique was also used in constructions in Britain, such as the Roman walls of Colchester, London and St. Albans.

Not that swallows care a jot for this architectural feat – they just use the wall for nests, and we could see and hear them whizzing about shouting at each other and catching insects – a joyful phenomenon.

96 towers were included along the length of the wall. We could see some of them from our viewpoint at the top of the Golden Gate,

and indeed, after we left the Yedikule fortress and travelled northwards beside the walls, we could see the amazing extent of these walls.  Some sections were in disrepair, some have had some repair and/or restoration work done and some have been almost excessively reconstructed.

Our wallside drive took us almost to the northernmost extent of the walls, within a kilometre or so of the Golden Horn. In order to get near our next destination, we had a traffic interaction which is pretty typical of Istanbul. First, Mostafa had to squeeze us past a crane

and then

he did a splendid job of (a) navigating the bus along an extremely narrow road without damaging bus, cars or buildings, and (b) facing down any drivers who had the temerity to want to come in the opposite direction.  Whilst all this was going on, a chap by the roadside was calmly filleting and selling fish from a makeshift stall.

Once Mostafa had found a place where we could safely debus, we walked a little way to visit the Tekfur Sarayı museum, which is housed behind the remaining façade of a 13th-century palace built for the son of a Byzantine Emperor. The place had fallen into extreme disrepair, and reconstruction work enabled it to be opened as a museum as late as 2021. It’s a handsome façade.

If you look the place up on Google Maps, it labels it in English as the “Palace of the Porphyrogenitus”. Some sources translate Porphyrogenitus as merely “Sovereign”, but it literally means “Born to the Purple”, indicating a child born to a reigning emperor. 

The place served as a palace in the final years of the Byzantine Empire, but suffered severe damage due its proximity to the walls during the Ottoman conquest in the 15th century. In subsequent times it served multiple purposes: housing for the Sultan’s menagerie; a brothel; and, in the early 18th century, a pottery workshop producing ceramic tiles in a style similar to that of İznik tiles, but influenced by European designs and colours. The museum has exhibits on a couple of floors and one floor is given over to this tiling work, with some striking and colourful displays.

There are some decent views of parts of the city – or would have been had the visibility not suffered from Istanbul’s rather typical haziness – and we also had fun watching a pigeon market, where roller pigeons were being bought and sold.

On the ground floor of the museum is a marvellous model of the Theodosian Walls, as viewed from the south, the Sea of Marmara end.

You can see the Yedikule fortress here in the context of the walls, and the model is a faithful recreation of their extent.

After the museum visit, it was time for lunch, so we walked back up to a road where Mostafa was able to pick us up more easily, and headed to the Fatih neighbourhood of Istanbul.

The restaurant was a bit of a distance from where Mostafa could get the bus, and so we walked through the neighbourhood, which, like so many in Istanbul, has a very colourful and diverse array of shops. 

The lunch was at a Maltese restaurant called Esnaf Lokantasi, very much a family-run locals’ eatery.  The main courses were served from pots at the counter

and very delicious and filling they were, too, with offerings such as stuffed peppers, moussaka, meatballs and so on. For those of us who wanted a bathroom break, Seçkin gently suggested that the toilets by the local mosque would be more gemütlich, and so some of us went back down the street to the Fatih Mosque

beside which were some decent loos. This mosque is culturally quite significant, something which I think Jim and Seçkin missed a trick in not explaining it to us at the time. It’s known as the Conqueror’s Mosque, named after the Ottoman sultan Mehmed the Conqueror (known in Turkish as Fatih Sultan Mehmed), the conqueror of Constantinople in 1453. A mosque was symbolically constructed here, because it was the site of the Church of the Holy Apostles, which Mehmed demolished, symbolising the ousting of Christianity by Islam. The original mosque was seriously damaged in the 1766 earthquake and rebuilt in 1771 to a different design, which one sees today. 

Our last stop of the day was a visit to Kariye Mosque, or the Chora Church. Once again we had a bit of a walk to get from bus to mosque, and it was lovely to see a chap leading his donkey towards the mosque ahead of us.

The mosque itself

was a Byzantine church and has been converted to a mosque. Twice, actually. Much of the fabric of the church dates from the 11th century, and it has suffered earthquake damage followed by rebuilding work, completed in the 14th century.  In the 16th century, during the Ottoman era, it was converted into a mosque; it became a museum in 1945, and was turned back into a mosque in 2020 by President Recep Tayyip Erdoğan.

The sad bit starts with this: the church was endowed with some very fine frescoes and mosaics. When it was converted into a mosque, these were covered by a layer of plaster, as Islam prohibits iconic images. The uplifting bit is this: when the mosque was secularised and turned into a museum, restoration work was able to uncover many of the frescoes and mosaics, and these are visible in the building today. They are in a sort of church section; deeper inside is the mosque section (what was the naos – nave – of the church), where, of course, these are not allowed to be visible.

What’s there is quite impressive. It’s actually quite small inside and gets easily crowded, so getting photos wasn’t perfectly straightforward

but here are a few of the ones I took.

The mosque section is, unsurprisingly, much plainer,

although there is one surprise. If you stand in this area and turn round to look behind you, you see, on the wall above the entrance, this:

this is the mosaic of a scene known as “The Dormition of the Virgin”, and the surprising thing is that it’s visible at all, given the Islam proscription of This Kind Of Thing. It’s a lovely mosaic, and wonderful that it is complete and has been allowed to stay visible. 

The mosaics in the church part are in many cases incomplete.

so it’s uplifting to see the results of the restoration work, but sad to reflect on the destruction of so much beautiful work. Our visit to the painted monasteries of Romania had shown us how magnificent these works can be, and so our pleasure at seeing the frescoes was mixed with sadness about the damage that had been inflicted.

The music of Stravinsky should be playing in the background here. He wrote his Dumbarton Oaks Concerto (sort of his take on Bach’s Brandenburg Concertos) for the wealthy patrons who created Dumbarton Oaks as a centre for Byzantine studies affiliated with Harvard University, and Dumbarton Oaks played a major role in the launching of the restoration programme for the Chora Church.

And that was it for the day. We were free to find our own dinner, but actually just retired to rest and drink Earl Grey in our room and ponder on what we’d seen for the day. There was one diversion, for an attempt at a specific photographic project, but it failed dramatically. I’ll tell you all about it in the next post, so you’ll just have to contain your souls in patience, won’t you?

 

Day 18 – Capranica to Sutri – Short but engaging walk and destination

Sunday 1 June 2025 – I’m not a fan of counting steps as a way of monitoring one’s health, but since I use a Garmin activity monitor and since Garmin Connect, its app, displays a step count if I want one, I take a look now and then. The thing about Garmin Connect is that if one exceeds the step count goal it sets for you one day, it doesn’t pat you on the back, or anything; it simply increases the goal for the morrow. So, this morning, I saw that my goal was

(a) as high as it’s ever been and (b) unlikely to be met, since we only had maybe 8km to go.

The earliest that Francesco could be persuaded to provide breakfast was 8am, but since we only had a short walk in front of us to get to Sutri, our destination for the day, we thought (correctly, as it turned out) that it wouldn’t be an issue.  Francesco served us a good breakfast, with hot bread rolls and excellent hot croissants, to fortify us for our journey.  Before we left, he showed us an interesting feature of the excellent property he runs – Etruscan caves underneath it.

By toiling up yesterday to the B&B, we had done practically all of the climbing that today would entail (until later on – keep reading), so I wasn’t too fussed when we started out on a strada bianca, particularly since it was fairly shady.

In any case, we soon turned off on to another much shadier path

that led to the most engaging part of the day’s walk – a trail largely following a stream through Etruscan woods. For the most part it was lovely, although there were a couple of places where a bit of care was needed.

Amazingly, in the mud along the trail we saw evidence that lunatic mountain bikers had followed the same path… Anyhoo, it was then a short walk until we saw Sutri,

which, you will note, is somewhat higher than we were.  Yes, we had to climb up into the town.

Quite a long way up, actually,

but it led us to a small old town which, like them all, is a bit scruffy, but has many charming corners.

An ancient communal Lavatoio, now repurposed as a fountain

We were quite early – it was only 10.30am – so we found our way to our B&B, the enticingly but inexplicably named Notti d’Oriente (what did we do before Google Maps, eh?) where, as we had hoped, someone was hosing the place down from the previous day’s occupants; she was kind enough to furnish us with keys, a place to put our backpacks and a timbro, and we got out of her way by going for a walk. Obviously. Sutri has an attractive central square which, it being Sunday morning, had an agreeable buzz about it,

and there are some handsome corners as you walk around.

Jane had a plan (natch) which took us to the Duomo,

whose imposing interior has some great ceiling work.

We also looked in on a much humbler church, that dedicated to St. Croce.

This church gave us the opportunity to light a candle to Martin, and also to see a statue

and a likeness

of possibly Jane’s favourite saint, St. Jude Thaddeus, an Apostle and the patron saint of lost causes.

Outside the Old Town and somewhat to the south of it is the Ancient Town. The Old Town is mainly medieval, but the Ancient Town goes back to Etruscan and Roman times. The walk down takes you past a viewpoint of some Etruscan tombs

which you can get closer to as you walk through the park,

and muse on the ancient Etruscan storage cabinet therein.

In this park are several ancient objects of interest: the remains of a Roman amphitheatre, carved out of the ubiquitous volcanic tuff;

the renaissance Villa Savorelli, 15th century, with associated church of Madonna del Monte (quirk of the eyebrows, here);

and a church of the Madonna del Parto. This latter is very interesting historically. It is believed to have originally been Etruscan tombs, which the Romans then used as a Mithraeum, before it was converted to a Christian church in the 13th Century. We had quickly to dash off to get a ticket (€5 each) in order to be allowed in, for a maximum of seven minutes, with a small group. The interior is fascinating,

something not immediately obvious from the picture above; but on the walls and in one place on the ceiling are some original frescoes.

whose fragility is what sets the seven-minute limit for any group visit.

Well, after that, there was nothing for it but to find some lunch; unfortunately the recommended Il Localetto was not open for Sunday lunch but we ended up on a terrace outside the restaurant Il Anfiteatro, which has a fine view of the Etruscan tombs but not of the amphitheatre; it also has no gin, or even Campari for a spritz, but the food was decent, and fortified us sufficiently for a walk back up to the town square for a gelato or two.

We had A Moment when we arrived back at our B&B: there was Jane’s suitcase; but mine was not beside it. This had all the hallmarks of a catastrophe, as our supply of Twining’s finest Earl Grey is being transported around Italy in my baggage.  However, S-cape’s team were paying attention to their WhatsApp feed when Jane got on their, erm, case, and my bag and the all-important teabags arrived within 20 minutes; relief and tea all round.

So, that was our Sweep round Sutri

and, for such a small place, it was very interesting.

We’ve taken a couple of days to complete the “official” leg of the Via which gets one from Vetralla to Sutri; and the next couple of days will be dedicated to covering one more.  The leg is from Sutri to Campagnano and is around 25km; but we will cover just a dozen or so of them tomorrow and rest up in Monterosi before pressing on to Campagnano. As far as we can tell, the breakfast here is entirely self-service out of the kitchenette, so we have the option of starting out really early to avoid the heat of the day. Join us in due course to see whether this is what we actually did.

Intermission II – Montefiascone

Wednesday 28 May 2025 – Having expended over 3,000 calories and tramped over 30,000 steps a day for the last eight days, we were due a rest today; and anyway a suitcase full of sweaty hiking clothes was making a siren call. So the main task for the day was the laundry (these things are important, you know), but we also wanted to follow up on a couple of things we saw yesterday and wanted to look at again. Delightfully, as we were about to go for our breakfast, we bumped into Jane and Yvette on their way to resume the Via and so were able to bid them a fond farewell and Buon Camino.

For the first of our targets, timing was important, as we knew that it would be seen to its best advantage in the morning light. That meant going back up above the old town, to the castle where various popes have taken residence over the centuries; hence it’s called the Rocca dei Papi – I shared a photo yesterday. Part of the castle is the Torre del Pellegrino, the Pilgrim’s Tower,

which has a commanding view over the surrounding countryside.

I was already kackered from having to walk up to the Rocca, so wouldn’t countenance actually climbing the thing. Anyway, I knew a place where the view would be just as good – the Belvedere next to the tower. When you first see it, the view is breathtaking,

and, if you look carefully, it’s possible to see that Lazio is making some strides in sustainable energy production – the first wind farm we’d seen in our time in Italy.

One wonders if Tuscany is being sniffy about having windmills spoil its iconic countryside.

At the Belvedere is a monument to the pilgrim,

and one is quite close to the cathedral, which has a crypt that the nice lady in the tourist office was keen to make sure we knew about. I’m not normally one for visiting crypts because I associate them with dark and dead bodies, but Jane was interested, so I tagged along; and I’m glad I did. It’s difficult to do it justice photographically, but here’s my attempt.

It’s vast and circular.  Around the walls are terracotta statues of the Stations of the Cross

and, in a side chamber are (we assume) relics of Santa Lucia dei Filippini, to whom the crypt is dedicated.

Here’s another attempt to convey the interior.

We put a Euro in the slot to turn the lights on. It made photographs a little clearer

but it was more atmospheric without the lights.

The huge size of the crypt is made clear by an infographic on a board outside.

The church is the top half, and the crypt the bottom half. Since you’ll have seen the astonishing interior in yesterday’s post (you did, didn’t you? Promise?) you can understand the overall structure a bit better.

Walking back to the hotel, the square just up from the hotel looked a lot more cheerful in the morning sunshine

and, under the arch to the right above, there’s further evidence of the push to establish the city as the 100km point on the Via Francigena.

They have a bit of a way to go, though.  The lady in the tourist office was proud to tell us that no fewer than 500 pilgrims had been through in the last year. So we nodded and put on our impressed faces; but compared with the tens of thousands who go through Sarría every year on the Camino de Santiago, it’s small beer. I wish them well; the Camino is very crowded these days, and perhaps people looking for equally (or even more) challenging walks will come to the Via Francigena – perhaps even to the point of increasing traffic to provide economic justification for entrepreneurial spirits to open more coffee and rest stops?

To get to the laundry, we had to go down and outside the walls. While I went to start the washing, Jane went to explore the other major lump of religious masonry that we’d passed on our way into town the day before;

the Basilica di San Flaviano. I was in two minds as to whether to visit, as it meant slogging back up into town afterwards; but Jane told me it was worth a look and so I staggered down the hill. And…

my goodness me!  It was a delight.  The crypt in Siena had turned me on to frescoes, and there was some lovely work to be seen here.

It was possible to spend a Euro to turn the lights on here, as well, and

it rather spoiled the effect, I think; perhaps the yellow light preserves frescoes better, but it’s at its best without the artificial aid.

By this stage it was lunch time, and so we went to a place recommended by the lass on the desk in the hotel; Miralago da Paolo. They don’t have gin there, which is a shame, but we had beer to accompany an excellent meal of Herculean proportions; enough pasta to load me up for tomorrow’s walking, I hope.  It has a great setting.

And so to tomorrow, when we will be Back On It.  We have to get to Viterbo, which is only 17km and largely downhill, so, despite the forecast for 25°C and unbroken sunshine, I’m hoping for a pleasant walk. I will report back.