I arrive in Tel Aviv and am hit by the temperature: maybe 90 degrees. It is a vibrant place, a mix of California, Western Europe and the third world. Dirty yet modern skyscrapers distributed across the skyline. I am in a grubby neighbourhood with the yuf about a kilometre from the beach, which beats the Four Seasons. Perfect to experience the action and people-watch, which is a mixture of everything, but mostly young. The blood of the world.
For an instant I am wistful for my 20s. I promise Madeleine to bring her here.
People live in Tel Aviv (population 4m) to make money, of course (unlike Jerusalem) but also to have fun. It is not a place to relax (I am told) and to "live and experience life."
I go for a run along the Mediterranean and pass this unusual couple, pictured. They are by themselves; it begs a story.
