These two Aussie-Lebanese brothers, Tony and Joe (both seated on either side of the sign) own this café in Bsharri. In their Australian accents, they told me that they both moved back to their parents village 9 years ago because there is nowhere more peaceful and beautiful than here. They’re wives, also both Australian-Lebanese, were not as keen to make the big move. However, love is love and, like “good Lebanese wives” (their words, not mine 😉), they said goodbye to their kids and grandchildren and left Sydney.
Side note: Carol, Tony’s wife who is just has colorful as her bright yellow jumpsuit and hot pink nails, says she’s had a hard time fitting in, but doesn’t care. A few storefronts away, in the doorway of the clothing store where she works, she confided in me, “most of the women here just want to gossip, and I have better things to do with my day.” I told her that she was the coolest grandma I knew, and she said, “Aww, love. Well, know that you’re family to us now!” Back to Café Trottoir, even though the coffee and food weren’t the best - it didn’t matter. It quickly became my favorite place to go because everyone (well, all the men at least) would stop here for a cigarette and a chat. Listening to the French and Arabic blends was like listening to Debussy or Miles Davis, as I edited photos and caught up on emails.
Plus, Tony and Joe made sure that I felt just as at home as they did. ❤️🇱🇧✨