And a less common giant oak:
I asked another older man in a small shop up the street about the French restaurant story, but he said it was not true. When I told him this contradicted the account of the previous man across the street, he replied: “He’s a liar! There was nothing there, just apartments.”
But the white paint seemed to indicate that the second floor contained something different from the rest of the structure. It also had ornate window panes that seemed somewhat unusual in the neighborhood:
The bulldozers had already begun leveling another structure in the rear:
And sure enough, when I came back a week later that building was completely gone– and with it– part of the old fence attached to the restaurant building:
Two floors had already been chopped off the top, and the building was cloaked in green dust net:
The lower floors inundated with collapsed rubble:
Ivan said a French/European couple had opened the restaurant sometime in the 1960s or 1970s.
She claimed the building was much older, around 150 years, and said it was built or owned by the Gemayel family from Aleppo.
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Hi!
I always wondered about the restaurant sign. It talks of another era…
Thank you for the “investigation” 🙂