Hamra

Hamra at Iftar time; pretty much deserted.

And I think I have pretty much exhausted the Ramadan topic with this one. No story today, just city pictures, as I am not greatly inspired by this town lately.

It's just so hot and humid lately, and there never ever seems to be any electricity. Well, there's electricity alright, but that's due to private inititatives, and the side effects are a heavy blanket of diesel fumes and a constant background humming. And the AC in general does not run on the generators. One of those typical Lebanese phrases - expressions that you will never hear outside this country - is 'Is this government or generator?'

H. in front of a shop window on Hamra, West-Beirut's main street, contemplating what she'll become when she grows up.