We picked up Raof, an outrageous lanky improv actor, and retreated back into the Druze mountains and Beit ed Dine. We passed a wedding parade, every car dressed up in flowers and ribbons, honking joyously as they slowly crept up to their mountain village.
Maybe their wedding reception was to be held here? A palace where even the pool has a carpet.
The sun set, and we ate slowly. The food was not nearly as good as the view.
We danced in the courtyard at the last rays of light. Roaf plucked yasmin flowers and crooned at Yasmina about her beautiful scent.
We left at dusk; the palace lit perfectly for the arriving wedding guests.
It was heartbreaking to turn away.
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