The Iron Baron and his Fairy-Tale Castle
Visiting
the Castello di Brolio there are moments when you might imagine
yourself inside a fairy tale. Not the slick Disney sort of fairy tale,
the real thing: think Perrault or Grimm.
Bluebeard. Those harsh cautionary tales warning of life's pitfalls and
dangers, softened by happy endings. Mostly.
As you approach from the north on the SP 484, the castle is invisible. The enoteca or wine cellar/shop stands out on your right, flanked by large lattice-windowed storerooms. Before you a road winds up the hill amongst tall, dark trees. You can park and walk or drive on to park a little higher, but still the castle is hidden from view. Some old stone steps take you closer. You catch a glimpse of crenellated grey walls, buttresses, a tower where Rapunzel might have languished.