When we arrived in Jamil's home in Beirut that night, he insisted on offering me a camellia flower from the balcony. That's the smell of the orient, he said. From the old window we could see the moon crescent lying on its bottom, in a true Arabian Nights fashion. That was Beirut being its old self while (almost) no one was watching. Soon the reality would come out, all klaxons blaring, but shush as long as the mirage holds.
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Dar Al Achrafieh is part of l’Hôte Libanais‘s handpicked accomodations in Lebanon.
Itinerary : 12 days in Lebanon | The Voyageur
[…] was obviously our first stop, and we were welcomed like family at Jamil‘s, in the center of Beirut. I have yet to post series of pictures of the city, mostly because […]