Now we're at the tourist center of Bran. A sign points every which way. I'm surprised there isn't one pointing to Wall Drug South Dakota (only 5486.07 miles as the crow flies). The Castle looks down, like it has since 1377, and wonders at the early 21st century invasion going on below—noise, traffic, souvenir shops, hordes of noisy people clamoring all the way up to the castle doors and overrunning the place. Ah, the good old days when there were only simple Turks to be dealt with! All this being said, I admit that I am one of those tourists.