Beirut Easter

by thelifesavour

Yesterday morning a Buddhist with a baby bought Easter eggs at a little shop in a Muslim neighbourhood to take to dinner in a Christian part of town.

She put her baby to bed twice that night, once at home, with the usual lullaby of the mosque at the end of the street calling the little one to sleep. Then again later, after a taxi ride and a walk, in another apartment, where the church next door sang out loud and long after the baby had fallen into dreams.