History Of The Royal Castle In Warsaw
The Royal Castle in Warsaw was a seat of the Sejm and Senate of the first Rzeczpospolita and also an official residence of the monarchs in Warsaw. It contained the offices of a number of political institutions, arranged around a central courtyard.
The castle is a symbol of Polish statehood and history. Its origins date back almost seven centuries and the design of its present structure has evolved in stages since the fourteenth century. (The actual structure is a mid-20th-century reconstruction of the original castle, which was mostly demolished by hostile foreigners during WWII.)
Read more about History Of The Royal Castle In Warsaw: Castle in The Middle Ages, Renaissance, The Vasas Era and The Deluge, Late Baroque Period, The Stanisław August Period, In Partitioned Poland and The Second Republic, During World War II, Reconstruction
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