#14 Beirut Days

A memoir and a recipe

I left Beirut with my two small children in tow in June of 1973 after three years in the growing turmoil of a city that would not admit to being at war. Three years earlier, the chaos of Lebanon had seemed supportable, a bit dangerous perhaps but only for those who got in its way. We had a bright and spacious flat by the manara, the lighthouse. On an ev…