I ate an entire club sandwich and a salad while sitting in the front seat of the service. We were passing through Salim Salam. The service driver offered me a tissue.
I walked around Clemenceau after dropping Trish off at her hotel. I was trying to get to the corniche. There should be a verb for the act of walking while lost. I got to a place I was unfamiliar with yet it was close to places I was familiar with so it felt a discovery. Finally a service driver picked me up. He dropped me off unceremoniously after several hundred meters because someone else wanted a taxi. It was much more profitable than taking me to Mar Mikhael. I was ejected.
I think a lot about this:
(two hundred dollars an hour)
& how this changes your relationship to money