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This trip happened by accident.
I had a free week before visiting North and South Cyprus in August 2019.
So I ended up in Beirut, a half-hour flight from Larnaca, with a friend who had previously shared a house with a Lebanese man in Yerevan.
All it took was a casual summer drink together to decide to book the flight.
At the time of the story, there had not yet been an explosion at the capital’s port, while the coronavirus had yet to be discovered.
Lebanon had a government, the country was already facing default, but the currency drama seemed under control.
We visited the whole country, from north to south, from coast to hinterland: Beirut, Tyre, Sidon, Baalbek, Bcharre, Tripoli, Baatroun, Byblos.
I never wrote down the ending of this trip, somewhat out of laziness, but I got to know the unparalleled and unexpected beauty of Lebanon
in the most adorably rugged and carefree way possible, perhaps that is why I agree with those who still call it a paradise on earth.
Pity for the nation full of belief but empty of religion Pity the nation that wears clothes it has not woven, eats bread it has not reaped and drinks wine that has
1.30 p.m., Beeka Valley ‘And now…our 2017 Reserve du Couvent red!’. One after the other, we had tasted the signature bottles of the iconic Chateau Ksara: in addition to the red wine,
ore 12.30, Cafè Cortado – Gemmayzeh 12.30 p.m., Café Cortado – Gemmayzeh I was reading the pages of L’Orient-le Jour, convinced I was brushing up on my already largely forgettable French. I
“You just have to go down to the old car park by that shortcut, it is not very intuitive, but if you follow my instructions you can get to the bus station
I once read an article about Hamra quarter, the magic venue of the Lebanese intellectual and cultural activity between 1960 and 1970. Hamra Street was equally known as the Champs Elysees of
“Manouche?!” “How don’t you know it? It is a religion here in Lebanon.” That’s how the bartender exclaimed at Café Em Nazih within our Saifi hostel. “Manouche, and Fairouz in the morning”.