Edith Durham Quotes

John Durham, while he waited for Madame de Malrive to draw on her gloves, stood in the hotel doorway looking out across the Rue de Rivoli at the afternoon brightness of the Tuileries gardens. His European visits were infrequent enough to have kept unimpaired the freshness of his eye, and he was always struck anew by the vast and consummately ordered spectacle of Paris: by its look of having been boldly and deliberately planned as a background for the enjoyment of life, instead of being forced into grudging concessions to the festive instincts, or barricading itself

Another woman writer who, like Edith Durham, fell in love with this part of Albania, was the American, Rose Wilder Lane, at that time the highest-paid woman writer in the USA. Her mother was Laura Ingalls Wilder, whose even better-known books of the Little House on the Prairie series were much loved by generations of little girls.