Summer is officially over. Today marks the start of Autumn, but the weather has already changed with a mellowing breeze and yellowing trees. There’s a charm about this season. Villagers and orchard owners believe that this is the most generous time of the year. The crops are plenty and the orchards look beautiful with the trees and vines bearing fruits from all colors.
I have a love-hate relationship with Beirut. The noises, the traffic, the tall buildings, the UGLY architecture The welcoming people, the easygoing life, the old beautiful buildings, the pubs and bars, the restaurants, the activities, the few cultural activities… This is what keeps me visiting Beirut more often. Except for Downtown Beirut. The pretentious, once-the-heart-of-the-city, ghost town, with all it’s freakishly expensive cafes and restaurants and secluded Nejmeh square away from the reach of Lebanese. That’s not where I see myself. Except for one or two places.
One of my recent activities is spending time with an overwhelming group of people behind red noses. We have been going around selected schools to teach children how to wash hands properly during the Hand Washing Day funded by UN Habitat.