I adore Patrick Leigh Fermor's writings on his travels! Look how he sees some long-ago history (from Between the Woods and the Water: On Foot to Constantinople, about a walk that began in 1933)...
"On the fringe of allegory, dimly perceived through legendary mist and the dust of chronicles..."
And how's this for a rare perspective on war and peace: Of a time of peace: "For a while, generations of house-martins could return to the same eaves each year, and storks to their chimneys, without finding everything in ruins."