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Your lips, O my spouse, drop as the honeycomb: honey and milk are under your tongue; and the smell of your garments is like the smell of Lebanon. Song of Solomon 4:11
Month: October 2016
The Little Shack by the Sea
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Unsigned and without an official address, this simple but much-loved seafood restaurant is located in an old fisherman’s shack behind a rock near the Phoenician sea wall and has an idyllic terrace overlooking the water. Finding it is no easy job. Hidden among old Batroun’s small winding alleys, it faces the sea humbly with its brightly painted beachfront shack.
The One that Herniates
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He gets up early, 5:30 sharp to be exact. At 6:00 he opens the doors to his sweet shop in Basta el faw’a to get that fresh air from the slow-waking city. For just a little while, time stands still and he starts his preparation for a day of stirring and cooking allowing him to take in this life with a deep inhale and appreciation of this skill he has perfected over he years.
The Island
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The salty sea slaps against the beach, seeming so endless as wave after wave crashes onto a sandy shore and explore a land carved into the palm trees. There is more than just the sight, the sounds of water splashing, and birds squawking, there is the way the sand feels as it presses against your feet and the cool touch of the water caressing your bare skin as fish rush past you, briefly brushing against your leg. The breeze fights off the heat on the beach and then as the sun starts to set, all that is left is the gentle sound of the waves and the fleeting light waving goodbye with beautiful colors decorating the sky and as all the creatures start to sleep on shore there is a whole other world below.
The Garbage Warrior
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“Something is rotten in the state of Denmark”
William Shakespeare, Hamlet
An Ancient Cult in Sidon
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Today marks an important milestone for me. It’s been officially a year I’ve been writing about Lebanon. With this in mind, I would like to celebrate it with this post that took me months in research and led me to some amazing findings. If you are a lover of history and lost stories, this post is for you. Today’s post has nothing less then a Dan Brown plot to it. Art and history have a way of travelling around the world, hiding, and then reappearing out of nowhere. It is for those who adore it to seek it and trace it back to its origins. So please bear with me this long post.
With all my love, from this land of many mysteries…
The Living Museum
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The shops’ goods pave the broken road, soothing the wavy maze of the old souk. Covered in blemishes, riddled with secret treasures, the shadows live in contrast to the midday sun. Juxtaposition of modern day life and the beauty of a Mamluk era unfold amongst its tiny alleyways. Poised in the blameless blue sky, Tripoli’s old souk actively survives with its old quarter gracing this land with its stunning architecture as the Mediterranean breeze still beats as it did centuries ago across its limbs.
When a King Defied Nature
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Amongst the beautiful sceneries through cedar, juniper and pine forests, the trail that seems to be hidden away from civilization will open up to a view of pure natural beauty.
The Art of Weaving
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They sit, regardless of where they are, sharing a common love of the arts, weaving with colored threads that expand and retract in a space that seems lost in time. Their nimble fingers working while a certain peaceful silence hovers above encompassing them in their work. Weaving, an art that has been forever been installed in the fabric of the crafts of this land, is still alive.
When in Heaven
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The lake is a serene presence. It lies softly oblivious as the sky reflects its hues of blues reaching all the way to the heavens. Somehow they amalgam as one creating a tableau of nature unchanged in what feels like eternity, reflecting the true beauty of Lebanon’s nature.
365 Days of Lebanon 