Sunday morning, while I was waiting for the car that drove me away from Paris for two days, I spotted a young lady looking for a bouquet who wore these long black socks in a pretty way. As I'm getting too old to wear those, this vision reminds me of years going by (my birthday's coming soon which explains my feeling).
Pas d'aller et retour à Beyrouth, en 48h ce n'est guère possible, et puis je n'ai rien à y faire et préfère garder intact mes souvenirs de cette ville. Mais où que l'on aille, on trouve toujours un restau de shawarma libanais. Et de nuit, l'image était plutôt belle.
I didn't go to Beirut which is quite impossible in two days. In fact I don't have anything to do there and I'd rather keep unspoiled my memories of this city. But wherever you go you always find a Lebanese shawarma's joint. And I like this vision by night.