
I’ve only recently discovered Patrick Leigh Fermor, and won’t say much about him now because I’ve got a longer post in mind. But this book is about other countries, and about the other country that is the past – Europe of the thirties as seen on foot, and remembered from the other side of the Second World War.
The background represents some of my own wanderings.
I read one of his, maybe even this one (it was about three years ago), but found his descriptions of his experiences fascinating. Glad your travels are, too. ~nan
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Ahh, Patrick Leigh Fermor. “The only man who could justifiably complain that Dirk Bogarde wasn’t handsome enough to play him.”
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