Ten days into any trip, I tend to need a break. This morning we decided to forego the walking tour of the earliest neighborhoods of Tel Aviv and join the group later in the morning for a visit to art galleries guided by a young Israeli artist. The photo above is of a tee shirt I bought at the Gutman Gallery. His work tends to be very optimistic and colorful.
As we walked to our second gallery, I suddenly found myself in the Confederacy. I didn't even want to know why in the world this person was flying such a flag.
We returned to our hotel to find a lively scene on the beach. There was beach volleyball, sailing, and even line-dancing. It was sunny and breezy and an absolutely perfect day to enjoy the beach.
Tonight we took a cab down to Old Jaffa, a city mentioned in the Bible. I had the best grilled fish I had ever eaten -- a Mediterranean fish called Denise. Back on the street for a mango gelato before going home to pack once again.
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