You have to give credit to the Lebanese for not giving up on their beautiful coastline. Like everything else in the country it is a flagrant contradiction in terms.
Jounieh could be summarised as a collection of ill-assorted concrete shapes lining a motorway and littering a whole hillside. But in the old town of Jounieh, a lot of the lovely old buildings are being beautifully renovated.
And there’s a lot of work in progress.
Driving around on the way to Baskinta we crossed this wonderful valley with its gentle terracing, the shining stream at the bottom, the footbridge over, and the stone hut underneath.
I’m sure if a troll lived here, he’d be the most good-natured troll around.
We thought we were quite brave going up in the cable car to Harissa with a baby. This tin bucket looks scarier.
These guys are just fearless.
I guess the upside is that they have an even better view than us.
Autumn moved in on the Levant with great aplomb last week. No hesitation, no second thoughts. Just gusty winds and earth-shaking thunderstorms. So I thought I’d take a moment to celebrate the tail end of the summer sun just a couple of weeks ago.
Strictly speaking this was already autumn, but as it was warmer than most summers in my hometown, I can’t quite call it that.
Catnapping until the next catch comes in.
Off with the heavy boots and out with the magazine – these guys know how to let go of daily cares.
Although it only takes a few minutes to get to the Corniche from anywhere in Beirut, I’ve tagged this post “day trips“. You really could spend all day there, sharing the thrill of the tug on that hook, popping wheelies on a bike from the hire shop, and watching the broadest spectrum of diversity Lebanon has to offer.
There’s a great pastry shop opposite the Grand Café, Pâtisserie Ghazi Al Hallab & Fils, on the Raouche end, or you can get a slightly pricey lunch or dinner at Casablanca on the downtown end.