“later i sat in the mosque balcony as the sun rose, watching while it unpicked the dark and misty folds of the forest and coloured the Bashgul river. We were all overcome by the fabulous richness of the landscape, the opulence of the wooden architecture, the yellow green coombes of ripening corn, the glistening trees.” MosqueAfganistánBashgul River Book:The Light Garden of the Angel King: Travels in Afghanistan with Bruce Chatwin Source: The Light Garden of the Angel King: Travels in Afghanistan with Bruce Chatwin