Fourteen Evenings in Beirut

I’m off to Beirut to see the missus, who has been there for a month already. Yes, Beirut, the Pearl of the Levant, The Paris of the East, Chicago by the Sea. 

Except for rolling blackouts, a near civil-war next door (in the country that imposed peace in Lebanon, naturally), and some burning issues in the city of Tripoli in the north, I hear it’s great this time of year. Wish me luck and an uneventful two weeks. We plan to do some hiking (seriously). Don’t expect much here in the meantime.

I expect our average evening to unfold something like this:

I picked up this
record from the $2 bin at a record store in Greenpoint the other night. Nothing has changed in Beirut since the 1960s, right?