Paper on Intramuros

I ente vehement through the gate on And Street and the first involvement I noticed was the presence of certificate guards wearing nice blue uniforms with large hats. I only install fall out later that they were wearing Guardia Civil attire and it did add a Spanish touch, as well as added security in the district. I would see dozens of them during my trip. The first museum I visited was the Kiss Heritage vegetable marrow as it was the one closest to where I entered. One officer was potpourri enough to direct to me to the museum and I found myself walking along And Street. It was not long before I saw a sales fashioning TTS way through the doddering streets of internal.The streets did feel old and too or so of the buildings along the road aspected old and had a hint of Spanish influence. And as I was walking to the Kiss Heritage Center, I passed by the muted del Asana, which was the first clear tribute to the Spanish influence I saw. It was varicolored in the unmistakable bright red and yellow colors of the Spanish flag. After my tour of the Heritage Center, my next stop was the Case manilla paper at the home San Luis Complex. As I got closer, I noticed the concrete streets turn into cobblestone and the buildings had more of that Spanish tinge.The area around the Plaza San Luis Complex, which is situated entirely across the San Austin Church and Museum, was clearly restored and retained to recreate intragroup as it was during the colonization a city for the inner(a) Spanish and messiest. The Case Manila Museum provided a closer look into life style of the Messiest and the Spanish elite. They did a capital re-creation of the interior of a Spanish home. I would have preferred to have a closer look at the retinue but they limited stareers to a red carpet path that goes around and throughout the museum.The display was very ell-thought out and even the tiniest of details, especially in the Cochin, were present. Some of the furniture and even a lmost of the design looked familiar to me, and I realized I had seen similar woody furniture at my grandmothers ancestral home gage in Zebu. The rooms were very huge, especially the salsa area, and it was very fervent despite the many galvanic fans placed in the corners of the rooms. I can only imagine how hot it was for the Spanish residents, mores for those who came from Spain, where they had a more welcoming climate.Being sent to the Philippines could eave been the hold thing any Spaniard would have wanted. However, at least they were better off than the flock living international the walls of Intramural. I exited the museum through an old, worn-down stone staircase and outside I could see a stone fountain and the Spanish-era architecture of the Complex. When I went down the hoping for memorabilia or at least replicas of any antiquities of the Spanish period. I could not help but laugh at all the suspicious trinkets they were selling, which had nothing to do with Spanish. Origami dragons and a Kim Possible action figure were Just a pair f things that seemed very out of place. I go across the street over to the San Austin Church and it Just so happened that I visited in the middle of a wedding ceremony. The stone church walls were old and worn down but the interior was amazing. It is a great testament to how Spain brought about Christianity to the Philippines. The museum was huge and it would take you at least an hour to view everything on display. They showcased statues of the Holy Family, the saints, apostles and other Catholic figures.They had giant paintings of Augustine priests along the corridors and a rooms devoted to the efferent Augustine churches in the Philippines and even vestments of Catholic priests. What affect me the most during my tour around the museum was the room they called the Script. It was a crypt built deep down the monastery that held the bodies of 141 prisoners of war and it also dis compete a secretary to honor those fallen dead. My last stop was Fort Santiago which was on the far end of Intramural. It was a long walk and I passed by the Shrine of Freedom, another monument dedicated to the victims of war.Then I passed by the Manila Cathedral, which was still under renovation. The great structure was more evidence of the importance of Christianity which was brought upon by the Spanish rule. When I arrived at Fort Santiago, I saw a large classify of people, foreigners and even some Filipinos, gathered around a tour guide. However, I decided that I would explore the area on my own. At the portal of the actual fortress, I got to see the bronze footsteps of Racial, the last steps he took. There was also an exhibit of Irrational furniture which displayed the tables, books, paintings and all that were related to to Racial.I also got to view the dungeons where recliners were kept and where even some had died. There was also a monument that honored those who passed within the fortress. My experience d uring the trip to Intramural gave a pretty good picture of what life was like during the Spanish era. Although it may have been a very difficult time for our country, it played an important role in our history. I really support the unanimous idea of remembering and preserving at least some Spanish subtlety and some structures. It was easy to see that the people living within Intramural during the Spanish era were living good lives (I. . Spanish and Messiest). They were living comparatively extravagant lives as compared to those outside of the walls. It also repeatedly showed the significance of Christianity back then, and we can see that persevere until today. However, we must also remember that it was a place of imprisonment and death a burial ground for others. It gives us a pretty picture of how life was like for the average Spaniard, and a very common part of that picture is the death of thousands during those times. Even though the Spaniards built up those walls as barriers, they could not escape the reality of force play and death.