There is a peculiar pleasure in riding out into the unknown. A pleasure which no second journey on the same trail ever… — Edith Durham Copy Share Image
The fellows who amuze me are the Albanians. An Albanian on the mash is almost exactly like the medieval swells of the Italian frescoes… — Edith Durham Copy Share Image
They are strewn with the wreckage of dead Empires - past Powers - only the Albanian "goes on for ever." — Edith Durham Copy Share Image
I shall speak only of the part I have stayed in- the districts of Lakes Ochrida and Presba. Here there are Greeks, Slavs, Albanians,… — Edith Durham Copy Share Image
There is a peculiar pleasure in riding out into the unknown. A pleasure which no second journey on the same trail ever affords. — Edith Durham Copy Share Image
