Snapchat takes on Beirut

Published April 2nd, 2016 - 04:00 GMT
Yesterday's live snapchat story from Beirut showed a city that was, well, just a little bit obsessed with Lebanon's national anthem, amongst other things.  (File)
Yesterday's live snapchat story from Beirut showed a city that was, well, just a little bit obsessed with Lebanon's national anthem, amongst other things. (File)

Snapchat's Beirut story: AUB, national anthem, Ain el Mreisse, national anthem, fattit shrimps  

Here are some of the things we learned in this story:
– Beirut’s logo is a mosque for some reason.
– Beirut is all about Ain el Mraisse, AUB and Beirut Souks.
– Maamoul is a national dessert (which we feed to pets as well).
– Fattit Shrimps is a traditional dish (local secrets).
– We sing the National Anthem everywhere we go.
– There are clowns in Beirut distributing balloons to cars rocking Ali el Deek.
– Everyone speaks English in Beirut except that motorist with his “Assalam 3alaykoum” greeting.

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