Beirut, the city that can be Rio, Miami and 1943 Stalingrad all within the same block.
Beirut, the filthy.
Beirut, the ironic (another French legacy I suspect).
Beirut, you’ve got the worst traffic I’ve ever seen, but also some of the best sunsets.
Beirut, I can’t say I’ve understood you, I can’t even deny that I sometimes wished I was somewhere else, and I’m so damn glad I’m not hearing your car horns anymore, but I’m also grateful for having seen you.