This Friday’s photo is from the edge of one of Lebanon’s summer music festivals: a falafel joint like so many across Lebanon. For me, street food brings a city alive. In Paris, most passers-by seem to don some form of social armour before leaving their home, they cross the streets merely to get elsewhere, fending off the outside world. It’s fairly rare to see a bus passenger scoffing a panini. If you hear loud conversations in the metro, chances are the perpetrators are tourists or… Lebanese expats. Because the Lebanese share their life with the street, their news, their upsets, their meals.