One house on the Achrafieh hill, and a page written entirely in the future tense, because I have not been.
Written as an intention, not a memory. I have not yet walked any of it.
I have not been. Everything below is what I have gathered rather than what I have seen, and I would ask you to weigh it accordingly — a directory that pretends otherwise is worth nothing.
The single entry sits on the Achrafieh hill, which is walkable in the sense that all hills are walkable. April is the month I have put aside for it, on the grounds that the light is long and the heat has not yet arrived.
Check opening hours directly and close to the day rather than trusting anything written a year in advance, including this. When I have gone, I will rewrite this panel in the past tense and say so at the top.