Some random scenes of Beirut, as I prepare myself to go into exile (the mountain house) for Christmas. The house is so incredibly cold and damp that you have to have the heater run 24/7, and it takes days before it even warms up. It usually gets comfy just about the time when we descend the mountain again. I guess I’ll be sitting IN my fireplace for most of the time and drink great quantities of eggnogs. See you after Christmas. Walking the Arabian horses from the Beirut Race TrackA (Dutch) lady on the streets of Ashrafiyeh.
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Jouyeuses fetes to you and your loved ones.
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