A few weeks ago, errands for musically-inclined members of my family took me into Antoun's, a music shop in Hamra. It's a lovely old shop, the kind that transports you to a different world once you're inside. The proprietor was kind, helpful. I left the shop feeling glad to have entered there.
Follow-up business brought me back to his shop a few days ago. After seeing to all the items on my list, I asked if I could take a photo of his shop. "Of course," he said. With a deep sigh he continued, "I'm old, and my shop is old. It was very beautiful once, but that was 50 years ago. And now. . . ." he trailed off.
"Now," I told him, "it is still beautiful."