Marimba was not built because Lebanon needed another hotel.
It was built because we missed something, and we thought you might have missed it too.
Why we exist
We believe something is disappearing from Lebanese summer. Not the heat, not the food, not the coast. Something quieter than that.
The unhurried morning. The table that keeps growing. The particular Lebanese instinct, the one that says there is always room for one more, always enough, always a reason to stay a little longer.
We believe that instinct deserves a home. A real one. Not a resort. Not a package. A backyard, shared, generous, belonging to whoever is in it.
That is why we are here.
How we do it
We light the fire pit at sundown and don't announce it, trusting that the people who belong here find their way to it.
We put out the long table on Saturday evenings and watch strangers become the kind of people who pass dishes across without being asked.
We set up the cinema screen by the pool and let families arrange themselves on the grass like they have been coming here for years.
We think about mornings. About what it feels like when the breakfast is already laid and the coffee is poured before you sit down.
We don't train our team to be receptionists. We ask them to be the kind of people who know the neighbourhood, remember your name, and mean it when they say: see you next summer.
We are not trying to be the best hotel in Lebanon. We are trying to be the place you call home when home is far away.
Reserve your stayWhat you'll find
Sixty rooms on the Damour highway, on a stretch of the Lebanese coast that still moves at its own pace. A curved pool surrounded by rattan parasols and linen loungers. Balconies draped in jasmine. Terracotta warm underfoot. The Mediterranean visible from the backyard every morning.
A fire pit. A long table. A cinema screen on Thursday evenings. A Lebanese breakfast on Sunday mornings that nobody announces and everyone finds.
A backyard that, by the second morning, already feels like yours.
Reserve your stay