Photo Essays

Reading the Streets of Beirut

All photographs by the author Hyperallergic
(all photos by the author for Hyperallergic)

There are few places I love in this world as much as Beirut. It has an inexplicable appeal that gives me a rush of adrenaline even as I bake under the heat of the Mediterranean sun.

Last month, my husband, Veken, and I wandered the east side of Beirut starting on Rue Gouraud in the Gemmayze neighborhood. We wandered through the neighborhoods of Mar Mickael, Nor Hadjin, Jetawi, Achraffieh, and Sin el Fil looking for art galleries, book shops, restaurants, and street art.

Most of Beirut is a patchwork of Arab communities (Sunni, Shia, Maronite), but there are pockets of old Armenian neighborhoods, particularly along the Beirut River, where legend has it St. George slew the dragon. Walking on the streets you see the cracks between rich and poor, natives and refugees, one creed and another.

On the best days it feels like the streets are talking to you, saying something you couldn’t hear any other way. That day was one of them.

14607904333_381eb6fff5_z

14583996621_5d4986f1f9_z

14584015321_34242b81ec_k

14583994771_fbe57f41d1_z

14400674590_c2684be332_k

14401232439_e8d76a6746_z

14564261836_99c3071289_k

14586610402_4da9e13807_k

14584014151_2096f67954_z

14584497001_5cdeb4fa0b_k

14587811975_37dc49e787_z

14607402983_263d3978fc_z

14587813805_930f803edb_k

14564769216_143e42ec84_z

14584497391_75174831ef_z

14400696928_355d7d6020_z

14607429523_0a3510dcd4_z

14587324435_a2b5711b46_k

14400677060_998dec07b6_z

comments (0)