Next day it was a mad dash for the border. Berat to Tirane bus was later in the day, so we took one that dropped us in Lushnje.

We were not the only ones walking aimlessly in Berat. The whole town was out there. Eating crepe on getting tired..our last night in Berat...leave tomorrow, probably to never come back. But this time around The Beatles did not play 'And I love her.'

Shipping from Berat?

A Berat madressah?

A Berat street

Berat Fort

A sunlit Berat seen from the old town

On the way to the Berat Fort