A man drinking Regilla (Hookah). With scented Tobacco in a Tripoli café
Life at the Slow Shutter speed.
“If you know your position in life, things will go smoothly” said one of my friends who works in a diplomatic mission.
“Sadiq (Friend)! Listen to me. I am a few years elder than you.” He continued.
Coffee at Green square Tripoli has a charm of it’s own, and reminds me of the colonnaded arcades of Fort of Mumbai, Connaught Place of Delhi, Malls of Mussoorie and Shimla, street sides at Valletta and Floriana in Malta. There are some common strains with Grenwich and Westminster areas too (remember some nice afternoons spent at the National Gallery and Maritime museum)
But the closest similarity is to the sea-side cafes of Benghazi or the Games I played in Giza area of Cairo or the musings at Luxor by…
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