Anna Ko
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Fonthill Castle, built between 1908 and 1912 by archaeologist and tile-maker Henry Chapman Mercer, is one of the most fascinating places I’ve ever visited. Designed as both his home and a living museum for his handmade tiles, the castle is a labyrinth of winding staircases, vaulted rooms, and narrow passageways — like walking through the mind of the Mad Hatter or America’s own Gaudí.
The architecture captures the spirit of medieval castles, yet it feels deeply personal — an eccentric monument to Mercer’s obsessions, travels, and affections. Look closely, and you’ll find the pawprints of his beloved dog embedded in the stairs, alongside tributes to Eliza, the woman he admired deeply. The castle is as much about memory as it is about form.
The tile collection alone is worth the visit. Mercer embedded thousands of his Moravian tiles throughout the interior, mixing original designs with reproductions of ancient artifacts — including Mesopotamian cuneiform tablets, Egyptian hieroglyphs, and medieval European motifs. Each room feels like a shrine to lost civilizations and forgotten stories.
And yet, amid the wonder, some moments feel haunting. One guest room — inspired by the legend of Bluebeard — is both beautiful and deeply unsettling, reflecting Mercer’s fascination with folklore and the shadowy corners of human history.
This is not a polished historic mansion. It’s a concrete dream-world built by a man who refused to separate art from life. Absolutely worth visiting — especially for artists, dreamers, historians, and lovers of the strange and sincere.