“…Climb to Vigla in the time of cherries and look down. You will see that the island lies against the mainland roughly in the form of a sickle. On the landward side you have a great bay, noble and serene, and almost completely landlocked… Kalami fronts the Albanian foothills, and into it the water races as into a swimming pool: a milky ferocious green when the north wind curdles it…”

L. Durrell, Prospero’s Cell