For those of you who haven’t heard yet, Jabal Amman is over. Finito. Terminée. Khalas.
The glaringly horrifying Rotana screen of hell has sealed the area’s fate.
You can’t walk, you can’t drive, you can’t breathe. Most of the new places are cliche, devoid of soul, and exceptionally touristic. The original hippies that resurrected the area in 2001-2002 have long abandoned their posts for more interesting pastures.
Weibdeh, here they come.
Weibdeh today is the Jabal Amman of ’99. Many of the old apartments around Sharia Street are rented out by expats, local hippies, or families who have been living there for decades. You take a stroll down the pavement and you can’t help but notice all the new little shops and cafes that have been opening left and right. The art galleries and institutions seem to be on the increase.
What Weibdeh needs now is a couple more cafes, a pub or two, and a nice place to eat. Then it’s all set.