Lately, I'm drawn to monochromes like a child to sweets. I have a tendency to overindulge.
Yesterday, while the rain was still at bay, I wandered around Beirut looking for a satisfactorally washed out something-or-other. Anything would do; a window, a door, a balcony. I was looking for a color fading just so. I found one. I found many. Beirut is generous like that.
This wall has been patched--the dark grey is tell-tale. It could be that once upon a year the stucco flaked off, or it could have been worse. It could have been a structural problem that required deeper, more invasive, more substantial correction.