“That’s the separated beach,” James tells me matter-of-factly, pointing at a group of some 30 Orthodox men on the edge of a placid, gorgeous Mediterranean not far from the Hilton...Then, pointing at a different group of men just 50 yards down the sand, James adds, “And that’s the gay beach.”
"I’d earlier been told... that I’d find “old men in their underpants” on the beach in front of the Dan Hotel...So, in front of the Dan, I search for boudoir chic."
"All these new people and buildings add to the city’s fundamental charms: good flea markets, terrific food and lots of witty and complicated natives."
"Tel Aviv is half Iran, half California; it's a synagogue meets a sushi bar.
When I lived in Israel I used to love visiting Tel Aviv. I'd take the bus to the Central Bus Station (which I always found creepy) and then head down to Dizengoff Street and spend a few hours window shopping, walking around the Dizengoff Center mall, and stopping at one of the outdoor cafes for "Hungarian Blintzes" (I'm Hungarian, and trust me, these blintzes were not.) Then I'd walk a few blocks down to the beach and sit on the boardwalk watching the Israelis play madkot in the sand. It's been many years since I've been to Tel Aviv, I have no doubt that it has changed enormously since then. But reading the article reminded me of what a fun, quirky city it can be.