Sunday, May 8, 2016

Lebanon's history via pop culture 53

Oh the tiles! Our grandmothers’ house. The beautiful hallway in the convent we visited, the lovely walls of that mosque or church we passed by daily on the way to school. Tiles are patterns where our remembrance still walks, a little like Proustian madeleines for us to revisit and bathe in the splashy feisty colors they were made of. And dip them in the tea such as Proust himself did.

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