My parents always dreamed of a traditional house in the Lebanese mountains. A place where we could spend summers with family and friends.
I was 11 years old when my father bought the house, it was 1985, it was wartime. It became our summer hideaway. The original cornerstones date back hundreds of years.
After my mother’s passing in 2013 I decided to refurbish the house and bring it back to life. It is simply one of those places where you never want to leave. We called it Beit Trad.