I am in here.
The afternoon of Shabbat spent on the beach in Jaffa: just me and a couple of hundred of the people whose acts I’ve been decrying in this blog, as if they’re a people of only one mind and opinion. I still decry those actions. But I can no longer see all Arabs in the same … Continue reading Havdalah
Twenty minutes to Shabbat. Friends came to spend Shabbat with us all, and we spent the late afternoon at the beach at Jaffa. M pointed something out as we sat there, getting sunburned: we were the only Jews there. People in Tel Aviv, about 10 minutes away, refuse to come to this beach because they’re … Continue reading Jaffa beach
The shouk this morning in Jaffa, and all the stuff it had out for sale: several top halves of mannequins huge copper pots, pre-tarnished for your convenience damp, mildewy looking rugs stacked like a cord of wood third-hand furniture, in the same condition but unstacked hubbly-bubblies swarm upon swarm of cats, who seem to travel … Continue reading Jaffa List
No, I didn’t get new earrings in tonight’s venture into downtown Tel Aviv. I am getting rather sentimental about the ones I have in now. Remember when I got the new piercing? Those earrings are still in there. Never been removed. I’m not sure I know how to do it. Ear piercing isn’t for wimps. … Continue reading Earrings and Tel Aviv
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