Even with the noise mentioned above, we really like the apartment and neighborhood. The apartment is like a big loft - one room with kitchen, dining area, living room. Then a bedroom and bathroom and a second bedroom and bathroom us a spiral staircase. We are not using them. The owners live in Paris but the apartment is furnished like they use it occasionally. None of their stuff around, but a well equipped kitchen, piles of towels, lots of interesting books. Not cluttered but looking lived in - I felt at home immediately. (Of course I did, this place is probably worth $1 million - Tel Aviv is super expensive).
I was up early today, with the construction workers. We had breakfast in the sunshine on the terrace and enjoyed the early morning, then headed out around 10am to walk to the Levinsky Market which is south of us in the Florentin neighborhood. A few blocks into our walk dark clouds moved in and for the next several hours it rained a bit, on and off, and the rain was never heavy. We hadn't bothered to bring our rain jackets on the walk and we didn't regret it. It is still warm - in the low 70sF.
The Florentin neighborhood is run down with lots of small shops selling odd looking clothing and electronics. Different from the very upscale shops and restaurants along Shabazi Street in our neighborhood. The market is a few blocks along Levinsky Street of shops selling spices, nuts, beans, etc. Very interesting and lots of people and cars out.
We hoped on a bus - using our Rav Kav cards which we had not used since Jerusalem - and went uptown to the modern and less chaotic part of Tel Aviv at Rabin Square. It was a large, two-part, bus and crowded. A woman about my age nodded to me to take her seat because she was getting off. Then a young woman sat beside me. When she realized I was with Steve and he was standing, she gave him her seat. This has happened to us a few times on buses here. We must be looking older. Twice young women have given their seats to Steve.
I had almost rented an apartment in that area so we walked along the street it is on to see what it would be like. It is a quiet street and close to the more downtown things, plus the Art Museum. I think it would have worked for us. Maybe next time. Here is the link:
NOYA'S GARDEN MIDTOWN APARTMENT, BEST LOCATION!
https://www.airbnb.co.uk/rooms/17274107
A very quiet neighborhood, walking distance to the main streets, close to the Tel Aviv Museum, the Opera House, HaBima square, City Hall etc.
From map on AirBnb: on Dubnov Street, off Sderot Sha'ul HaMelech, east of Shlomo Ibn Gabirol St.
We walked over to Sarona Market which is the opposite of the Carmel Market near us. It is more like an American mall if all the shops were either food shops or restaurants. There were a lot of people.
We were looking for the bagel place in the Market but did not find it, so left and walked a few blocks to Tal Bagels, where we had an excellent lunch. The guy serving us was friendly and entertaining. Steve had a bagel with baked salmon, I had the bagel for one which is a bagel, choice of 3 spreads, salad, fresh juice (I had pomegranate), and coffee (which I gave to Steve). The price was 53NIS I think, about $15. When you consider that a coffee is usually 10NIS and a fresh juice 10NIS, the meal was a bargain. For spreads I had a vegan eggplant, cream cheese with garlic and chives and avacado. They gave us a plate of pickles and two brownies complimentary. It was just like being at a deli in New York City!
It was starting to rain harder and google maps pointed us to a nearby bus stop for the 25 bus which would take us a few blocks from our place. We walked to the bus stop but there was no list of the numbers of buses stopping there, like there usually is. I asked two women at the stop if the 25 stopped here and a teenage girl jumped in to tell us it was a small bus and would be coming in a minute. It was and it did.
I couldn't drink my pomegranate juice after that huge lunch, so brought it with me. I did not bring enough warm weather clothing on this trip, so was wearing my light colored linen trousers that I wore all the time we were in the Negev. You can guess what happened on the way home - bright red stains. But I didn't spill the drink, it just leaked, and everything washed out.
The washing machine in this apartment smelled perfumey because of the scented laundry soap they use. When we arrived I ran a cycle with white vinigar in the machine and it removed all the fragrance (I did this in the Jerusalem apartment too). There is a dryer but I don't know of any easy way to remove fragrance from a dryer, so I have been drying clothes on a rack. I thought I would have to hand wash things (which I really hate doing because I am so lazy) so am very happy I can use the machine.
I travel with our own set of sheets and needed them for this apartment. In Jerusalem they provided unscented sheets for us, but no such luck here. The owner of this apartment assured me that they never use scent sticks or scented candles, but he would not ask his cleaner to do fragrance free sheets and towels (that was going too far and I had offered to bring our own sheets). Of course, when we arrived I found scent sticks in the bathroom and several scented candles around the apartment. I hid them away under the sink.
By the time we got back to the apartment, after 2pm, the rain had stopped and it was sunny. We hung around for a bit, then walked the length of our Shabazi Street looking at the shops, and ended up at the Old Train Station. This is where Jews arriving in Israel on boats in Jaffa Port took the train to Jerusalem. We stayed near the Old Train Station in Jerusalem. They have done the same here, turned it into shops and restaurants. Amazing to stand there looking at the tracks and the station and think about the people coming here to start new lives before Israel was even a country.
Dinner in tonight.
I thought Jerusalem was the only city where buses stop on Friday afternoon and start again Sunday morning, but I was wrong. All the cities do that, I think, except Haifa, where buses run but it is a reduced service. Good thing Steve looked it up. I was assuming we could use the buses this weekend.
Walking around the Florentin this morning, Steve remembered visiting his grandparents in Toronto in a similar looking neighborhood. He said it was like a European shetl (I must be spelling that wrong). His grandfather had a "shmata" shop (I am sure I have spelled that wrong - I could ask Steve but then he would know what I am writing) - clothing and rags. This trip has been amazing for Steve. At one point he said he likes being in a place where people look like him and his relatives. Steve is one of the most un-Jewish Jews you will meet, but Israel is having an effect on him. And me.