Monsanto Cottage Door 
The houses of Monsanto seem to emerge from the rocks – it’s like stepping back into the middle ages. We stayed overnight at a village below and walked up to the ‘sacred mountain’ where we found an ancient stone city topped by a castle, a church and many rock carved graves. Doors peeped out of the rocks, pigs lolled around inside their stone pens, and chickens scratched in the dust. What a strange and magical place. 

View over the top

rock cut graves

Not a bad view (and I don't mean 'of me')

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