Southern rural scenes
Haystacks dotted the yards of the
houses, and the lambs came out to visit me as I walked through. All of
the women disappeared into the houses, but an elderly man and his son,
fresh in from the fields, invited me in for a cup of strong coffee.
As I headed along a winding mountain road
towards Bar and Budva, I passed mosques and cemeteries that reminded me
how close I was to Albania and the
enduring sphere of Islamic influence in this part of the world.
Pausing along the coast near Bar,
I was treated to the sight of an enormous castle in the mountains above,
the ruins of a shanty at water's edge, and the glow of forest trees in
the setting sun. They helped to remind me that all was, for the moment
at least, good in my corner of the world...
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