The door wasn’t locked
Near Himarë, Southern Albania, I stumbled upon a castle on a tiny island and pitched my tent next to it. The next morning I realized the door was half open… I couldn’t resist.
Not sure what was louder while I walked through the dark halls of this building – the wind, my steps or my heartbeat.
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PAULBIKE 
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