The noise. That damn noise. And Hamra Street is quite full of that damn noise – from taxis competing for your attention (when you don’t even want one), to the (typically male) drivers blaring their music so that the entire street can hear their pop noise, to the construction work, the yelling on the street, and, did i mention, the horns, the car horns, those horns. It is a wonder we can hear ourselves think. Wait. We usually can’t!
Not surprisingly – here’s a report that says we need some quiet
The solution for those of us living in Beirut?
Leave for a day. For an hour.