Fall is definitely my favorite season on the East Coast. I guess it's not as spectacular as further north, but spectacular enough.
We managed to see the last of the full sweep of fall foliage at Shenandoah National Park, followed by dinner in Old Town Winchester with our dear friend who lives there.
The following day we saw the second Moroccan film in the Arabian Nights Film Festival. I had high hopes for Tanjaoui, since Tangiers was hands down my favorite city in Morocco, but the characters were so unlikeable that the last scene, which I assume was supposed to be suspenseful because it wasn't sure if the main character would be allowed to leave Morocco for France, left me totally cold and unsympathetic. Still, there were a lot of beautiful shots of the city.
Baby Z's hair was getting long and was starting to irritate his eyes, so I gave in and finally consented to a visit to Mustapha the Barber. MoBob said that it took an hour and a half because Baby Z was crying and squirming so much. I am amused that Baby Z ended up with the classic Asian bowl cut.
We finally went to see the lovely, if melancholy in the fall, gardens at Dumbarton Oaks in Georgetown.
I've been pretty busy at work, getting ready for two separate trips to Burkina Faso and Ethiopia. The most interesting task for me right now is drafting a short piece how to address gender-based violence through agriculture interventions for the annual 16 Days of Activism Against Gender Violence.