In Beirut there's lots of stuff that women don't do. Women aren't police officers. They don't serve in the army, they don't drive taxis, they don't shine shoes. Women don't seem to work in the kitchens of the little joints that sell street food. You'll rarely see a woman selling produce, and I've never seen one sell kaak or coffee. Women don't bag groceries in the hypermarkets, don't sweep the street or collect garbage.
And until recently, I thought that you'd never see a woman fishing.
But there she is. I was astonished and delighted to see her because she's obviously on her own. She was there in the late afternoon and stayed around long enough that I bet she caught her own supper.