Bali: by the book

Six captivating reads about the Island of the Gods

Dear NE-One

As I write, it’s a sultry Sunday afternoon in Antananarivo. I was woken this morning by the soft ringing of church bells somewhere up on a hill, and last night fell asleep to songs sung by a group of friends who’d gathered nearby with a beatbox and a guitar. Right now, from somewhere between bird calls and traffic, a brass band is serenading the late afternoon.