A mini-Braudel, who gets referenced a lot. I didn't realise Braudel wrote most of 'The Mediterranean World' in the archives in Dubrovnik (referred to throughout Ivetic's book as 'Ragusa'), and I'm hankering to go back now, particularly to the Montenegrin coast. I have such vivid memories of cycling over the hills from Cavtat into Montenegro, through a scary border-post in the dingy mist and then emerging into the sunlight, and the most beautiful, perfect bay I'd ever seen, a mediterranean paradise. I'm sure my memory is exaggerating, but it would be wonderful to see again. As I write this, the sun has come out after some miserable weather and there is a hint of spring in the air, even as the NHS collapses and the country continues its journey to a neo-liberal two-tier proto-Hunger Games society
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