This is book is filled with 5 star writing, and yet I can't shake the sense that the parts are greater than the whole. But perhaps that's the case with travel writing in general. I'm not all that widely read in the genre, and whenever I do read an acclaimed author and book, I tend to get frustr...
The Mani, at the tip of Greece's-and Europe's-southernmost promontory, is one of the most isolated regions of the world. Cut off from the rest of the country by the towering range of the Taygetus and hemmed in by the Aegean and Ionian seas, it is a land where the past is still very much a part of...
WINTERREISE NIPPING and eager, the air bites shrewdly and the snow and the wind have obliterated all the details of the journey to Munich. Snow is still falling hard when the scene clears in the late afternoon. At the Poste Restante counter of the Hauptpost, they handed ov...
A WARLIKE ARISTOCRACY AND THE MANIOTS OF CORSICA THE TIME has come to sort out my gleanings about the mysterious Nyklians and workings of the blood feud. The former I owe almost entirely to the notes assembled by Mr. Dimitrakos-Messisklis in his fine and little-known book,[1] as nobody in the Man...
BUDAPEST WHEN A mid-morning sunbeam prized one eyelid open a few days later, I couldn’t think where I was. An aroma of coffee and croissants was afloat under a vaulted ceiling; furniture gleamed with beeswax and elbow-grease; books ascended in hundreds, and across the arms of a chair embroidered ...
NORTH OF THE GULF “ARE THERE any lobsters?” Without looking up from the front page of the Akropolis and swatting irritably at the whirling flies, the keeper of the taverna clicked his tongue against his palate, tilted his head wearily backwards and lowered his eyelids in t...