Tel Aviv streets may be dead on the Sabbath but the city is known to be liberally-minded and it's apparently all stations go on the beach. Another great day back on the roof terrace where we take our breakfast coffee.
On the beach, it's slower to warm up.
but gradually folks start to collect.
The day passes very nicely as we sit by Jerusalem Beach, people and dog-watching; they're playing beach volleyball, maktok (fast and furious ping-pong sans
table and with a hard, hollow ball which makes a thwok sound off wooden
paddles) and wandering into the (cold) Mediterranean.
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