We went for it in the afternoon just in time for the sunset, not really giving much thought to what we were signing up for. Besides, there were old men and women (a whole group of them!) who were going up and down the steps as well.
Halfway through the climb, we slowed down and looked apprehensively at the peak–which we could not see. The sun had begun to set, and although we didn’t see fiery orange streaks, it was nevertheless one of the most stunning sunset vistas we’ve ever seen: a small town just below, lights flickering as the night falls, and a panorama of fishing boats dwarfed by towering limestone cliffs as far as the eye can see.
It was worth the climb and the shaking knees as we went down another 700 steps.