Even today, the legend affirms that he wanders through the castle, leaning out of the windows and repeating the phrase that characterizes him in life: “the true Pope is me”
Almost drowned by the Mediterranean that surrounds it, Peñíscola is the walled profile of the old population of steep streets of rounded stones; it is also the defiant silhouette of the castle; but above all, it is the city of Pope Luna, that Benedict XIII who, led by his brave character, encouraged the Western Schism for years. City for history kneaded in sun, sea and rock. Peñíscola is a monument to the history of the one who wrote a beautiful page of faithfulness.
Proud rock jutting out into the sea that was once a broken-off islet
of the last foothills of the Maestrazgo and that, little by little,
due to the continuous sandy sedimentation, it was united
to the coast by means of a sand tombolo.
