Making a 12-day road trip from Aix-en-Provence, France, to Tirana, Albania, in a four-door Citroën wasn’t so much a strategic decision as a practical necessity: My friend Olivier and I thrive on spontaneity and didn’t nail down our itinerary until the last minute, precluding other transportation options. Plus, Olivier, a Frenchman, genuinely enjoys driving, and to my American mind, the five Balkan countries all seemed so close.

Near the end of our trip, we paused on the coastal road near Senj, Croatia, to admire the sunset. We talked about the sense of somehow-comfortable melancholy that pervaded the landscape all along our route, as if we’d been visiting beloved grandparents with war stories to tell. (Olivier Peyrous/For The Washington Post)

Our walking tour of Sarajevo included a stop at the city’s main market, which was infamously shelled during the siege of Sarajevo in 1994 and again in 1995. The second time, our guide said, the market reopened within a day because the residents wanted to show their resilience. (Olivier Peyrous/For The Washington Post)

The purpose of our trip was to visit friends in Sarajevo, Bosnia and Tirana. To get there we would zip through the glitzy French Riviera, struggle through traffic jams near Venice and head south in more leisurely fashion, driving down the Balkan peninsula from Slovenia, and traversing Croatia and Montenegro along the way. We sometimes took side roads through countryside and small towns, and the whole round trip covered more than 2,300 miles.

Not far south of Tirana, the capital of Albania, we visited the ruins of Petrela Castle, offering panoramic views of the Erzen Valley. (Olivier Peyrous/For The Washington Post)

When, at the end of our first long day’s drive, we turned inland from sparkling coastal Italy and entered Slovenia, we were immediately taken with this new-to-us country. In the indescribable way that places have personalities, we sensed we had just entered a very different part of Europe. Each in its own way, the countries that used to be part of Yugoslavia are still recovering from the devastation of the wars that followed their breakup in 1991 and 1992. Despite scenic views, charming dinners and welcoming hosts, we found traces of tragedy in burned-out houses, ethnic segregation and a pervasive sense of melancholy. The five countries we passed through were like beloved grandparents with war stories to tell.

We had thought of Ljubljana, Slovenia’s capital, as just an overnight stop on the way to Sarajevo, and we didn’t even get there until after 9 p.m. But we were so charmed by the city — including this pretty town square — that we delayed our departure the next day as long as possible. (Olivier Peyrous/For The Washington Post)

We hadn’t done much research before our trip, so the magnificent Bay of Kotor, on Montenegro’s Adriatic coast, was a grand surprise. The fjord-like bay is bordered by steep mountains and picturesque small towns. Pulling into a roadside parking lot in the town of Orahovac, we changed in the car and jumped in for a quick, refreshing swim. (Olivier Peyrous/For The Washington Post)