Ah life in Lebanon! Never a dull moment. Anything can - and literally will - happen. Since 2019 we have been going from a crisis engulfed in a catastrophe hidden inside a disaster, and we go on from one to the other without the first having finished (as we try to get our money from banks since 2019, we have navigated covid, the lack of a president, being pounded on the daily by Israel, while still dealing with the Syrian refugee crisis, and that's just before having breakfast).
Still, I caught a video online while absent-mindedly scrolling. A couple of Japanese tourists have chosen Saydet-el-bahr in Batroun for their marriage photos. So far so exotic as is. But there you go, a bunch of Lebanese well-wishers enter the picture (literally!) with their improvised poetry (that starts with ewiha and ends with the zalghouta). And for good measure, a traditional song follows "3arisina cheikh el chabab" (our groom is the eldest of the youngsters) as the same people encircle the bride to give her the proper greetings.
All this in a country still reeling under as many problems as there are decimals in "π" but - again - what other population would celebrate within the calamity, either in a bakery or on debris of their house?