This is Adil.


And this is the vista from the roof of his house.

I made friends with Adil through Yasmina, and ended up at his house in the mountains several times. It was our retreat from the overwhelming saturation of the city, and on one of my last nights in Lebanon, we sat on the porch watching fireworks, eating cheese, figs, and drinking local wine. It was lovely, and his house on the hillside was composed of endlessly beautiful textures.