I looked at them slogging their way up the steep hill just for one glimpse of the Pena Palace.
I saw them cross dense woods
and battle ancient lakes.
I saw their faces light up as they saw the unique eclectic color scheme of the palace for the first time.
And for perhaps the millionth time, I thought to myself bitterly, if only the king could appreciate true art like these tourists, he would not have cast me in stone and hung me on the gate when he didn’t like the color combination on his new palace.