I know it’s bad to eavesdrop, but today I couldn’t resist. Sitting and devouring a gigantic pizza toppled with canned, smoked turkey, I happened to over-hear two Italian photographers in the midst of taking flashy photos of the Books@café. They asked a couple seated at a table next to mine if they could recommend some other places that represented the “new” Amman; the chic- and trendy Amman, overflowed with money and bling-bling. The Jordanian couple seemed very happy to comply, and began telling places that they “must see”, also buying them coffee which was happily excepted by the Italians. The latter were also exalted by the fact that one can still smoke in bars here in Jordan. They lit up and sipped their coffees with expressions on their faces as only Italians (and perhaps French) can give when drinking coffee anywhere outside of Rome.
Then, out of the blue, they switched to talking in French, and my eavesdropping was effectively ended. Fucking French.