Saturday, July 12, 2014


Dear Valeria,

Have I ever told you what the river is like on a hot summer night? At dusk the mist hangs in long white bands over the water; the twilight fades and the lights of the town shine out on either bank, with the river, dark and smooth and full of mysterious reflections, like a road of triumph through the midst.

love from Baghdad,

Gertrude Bell

No comments:

Post a Comment