Golden Tulip Galleria Hotel
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... in a city that they somehow come to view as beneath them.
The corniche is beautiful! The blue azure of the Mediterranean meets the pulsating rhythm of Beirut and the smell of hummus and kibbeh. Men jump from the city ramparts into the crashing waves below and women - headscarf free - stroll the seafront corniche arm in arm. The trendy streets of Gemmayzeh are like stepping back into 1950s Paris. Beyond the minarets of the mosque, hip ...
... which are beautiful. It was very noticeable that the air was much cleaner and cooler. There was not the hanging humidity of Beirut. We walked through the cedars and everyone was chatting about being gay and living in the middle east so it was very interesting, then we found a church and went in, and discussed Christianity a bit. They were very knowledgable people. Then we got the taxi over to the khadijah valley and decided to walk down through the valley ...
... a small mosque. Especially some of the doorway decorations are impressive as examples of Islamic architecture from the 16-18th Century. One of the buildings is being used as office for the municipality, but nobody cares if you walk in – which is what I did, before climbing to the roof for an even better view of the rest of the town.
A little outside town is the Castle Moussa, a contraption ...
... colours, plain or striped. And this style continues well beyond the city limits. All the way up the mountain slopes it seems Beiruties, even the richer ones, don’t want free-standing houses, villas with gardens, but prefer a multi-story apartment block.
No account of a big city is complete without commenting on the traffic, and that is especially so for Beirut. Traffic is a ...
... for little money. Four babies to feed. I go home sometimes after midnight. Sixteen hours of driving. Four hours for each baby."
"That's tough man." We were sympathetic but didn't need to hear a sob story through the ride. He must have sensed something in my tone of voice and lightened the mood a bit.
"Yes, life is tough, but I'm like that actor. What's his name? The one in the Kung Fu show?"