By William Dalrymple
William Dalrymple’s award-winning first publication: his vintage, fiercely clever and fantastically wonderful account of his trip throughout Marco Polo’s 700-year-old direction from Jerusalem to Xanadu, the summer season palace of Kubla Khan.
At the age of 22, Dalrymple left his collage in Cambridge to go back and forth to the ruins of Kubla Khan’s stately excitement dome in Xanadu. As he and his partners trip around the width of Asia—crossing via Acre, Aleppo, Tabriz, Tashkurgan, and different mysterious and infrequently hellish places—they come across dusty, forgotten roads, unforeseen hospitality, and tough demanding situations. trendy, witty, and acquainted with every little thing from the feared order of Assassins to the hidden origins of the 3 Magi, this can be go back and forth writing at its top.
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