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Vista más bonita, said one review of my Buenos Aires hotel. On a late afternoon on the day of my arrival, I couldn’t but agree. But the real stunner came the following morning, at dawn. Habitación con vista indeed.
Beirut, Paris of the East. Beirut, mother of laws. 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 … Continue reading