Is Eddè a place of strength or a place of laurels? We are here in Eddeh, a charming village north of Byblos. Eddeh’s name holds a duality. It could originate from the Syriac or Aramaic word for “laurel,” a nod to the laurel trees gracing its streets. Alternatively, its roots might lie in the Canaanite “strength” or “arm,” reflecting a spirit of resilience. Eddeh is indeed a place of captivating contrasts. It rests on a hill, a peaceful haven overlooking the sea, yet whispers of ancient times echo through its lanes. Imagine Phoenician foundations beneath the Saint Georges church, a testament to layers of history. Eddeh invites you to wander through its picturesque scenery. Envision beautiful stone houses, their old stones whispering tales of generations past. Picture small gardens bursting with life, woods offering cool respite, and ponds reflecting the azure sky. Eddeh’s heart beats with the rhythm of nature and the warmth of its people. They say the village, with its fertile valleys and terraced fields, once overflowed with olives, grapes, figs and carob trees. Today, that generosity of spirit lives on in the hospitality you’ll encounter. Whether you seek the peace of ancient churches or the simple joy of a village stroll, Eddeh offers a journey for the senses and the soul.
Les Colombes
“Imagine a place where the echoes of laughter mingle with the gentle lapping of waves,” I began, my voice barely