By William Dalrymple
William Dalrymple’s award-winning first booklet: his vintage, fiercely clever and fantastically exciting account of his trip throughout Marco Polo’s 700-year-old course from Jerusalem to Xanadu, the summer season palace of Kubla Khan.
At the age of 22, Dalrymple left his collage in Cambridge to commute to the ruins of Kubla Khan’s stately excitement dome in Xanadu. As he and his partners commute around the width of Asia—crossing via Acre, Aleppo, Tabriz, Tashkurgan, and different mysterious and occasionally hellish places—they stumble upon dusty, forgotten roads, unforeseen hospitality, and tough demanding situations. fashionable, witty, and familiar with every thing from the scary order of Assassins to the hidden origins of the 3 Magi, this is often go back and forth writing at its top.
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