The rain is lashing, BBC Arabic – usually a source of morning vintage classics – is playing Taylor Swift and my article becomes more fickle by the day.
How to remedy such an ill-started morning?
FIP, graffiti and a ridiculous pencil:
FIP has yet to play a bad tune and soothes cranky crinkles in much the same way as hiding in the corner of a warm, cozy French café with limitless WiFi and a potent espresso.
Graffiti visually lifts the spirits and thoughts: over in Beirut the graffiti is more than art – it is a physical rendering of the subconscious and the past, present and future aspirations.
For more on graffiti in Beirut, check out Marking Beirut: A City Revealed by its Graffiti, by Tala F. Saleh.