Plastic Chair City

In the wake of Pope Benedict VI's visit this past weekend to Lebanon and the massive open-air mass held at the Biel seaside, thousands of chairs--stacked or sprawled about--continue to adorn the Beirut skyline. A reported 350,000 spectators made it out on Sunday to the Pope's special service.



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  1. plastikstuhlSeptember 25, 2012 at 11:53 PM

    W00t! … How nice! … Do you by chance have high-res-versions of this. And would you mind, if I put this on my plastic chair blog (http://plasticchair.org) … preferably under free to use cc-by-licence? … Soooooo nice.

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