At the end of our street here in Valencia lies one of the oldest gates to the city. Built in 1444 the towers were once part of the wall protecting Valencia. Today they still bear the bruises of cannon balls launched by Napoleon’s army in 1808.
We walked by a few times before I realized we could climb it. We both jumped at the idea and the 4 euros for admission. The first set of marble steps leads up the side of the towers to an imposing wooden door. Every step was more exciting than the last because we had no idea what we’d find ahead.
It was late afternoon when we started our climb and no one was there but us. The setting sun cast dancing shadows along the interior walls.
As we continued upward, the wide steps soon gave way to a dark spiral staircase.
Less than a mile from “Torres de Quart” is its older brother “Torres de Serrano.” The Serrano towers were built in 1392 and are every bit as beautiful as the Quart towers.
The city of Valencia stretches out for miles from the top of the towers. You can see cars making their way around the city and soccer teams practicing on nearby fields but up here the city is quiet.
Like an old silent film, you’re free to make up your own dialogue.