I vaguely remember the Gemeyzeh nights in Lebanon back in the days, but clear enough to remember my love hate relationship with the area and the countless times I’ve heard people repeatedly express their love for Gemeyzeh.
I envied some, seeing that street a work of art and history, a place where it will never be forgotten and how big of a rampage people went on about how Gemeyzeh will never be forgotten.
But people have. What used to be once a street of loud music, inconsiderable honking and sleepless nights for residence, has become a peaceful, deserted street once again. The ones who benefited are the residence, the ones who lost, (not entirely) are the pub owners who closed down because if high rent and strict laws that got applied after the charade between residence, laws and pub owners.
Still, to me, Gemeyzeh will always be a street where you can ruin your whole night by trying to get into that road with your car and not being able to find a place to sit after 6pm! Because that’s when most people here start drinking.
I did decide however to head out on a street art discovery in hopes for images, stories and find out if people’s hearts are still lingering here, or at least their shadows. Live, Love, Beirut.
This is what we found.