The music. Not the city.
Although I would love to go to Beirut...but first I would go to the homeland: Syrian feasting and adventures followed by a train ride to the other homeland. Turkish delights. Turkish coffee. And a summer love with a gorgeous Turkish man.
Ahh I smell unrealistic day dreaming romanticism in the air....
It's the instrumentals of the music I tell you! See what it does to me!
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