I accidentally posted the last post prematurely while attempting to save it. So if you're just now reading this, the first half of my story can be found underneath this post. Anywhos. So I set out from Niva's apartment and headed towards Jaffa, a city that is roughly 3,000 years old and has been incorporated into the expanding borders of Tel-Aviv. It was during this walk that I began to fall in love with this city. It was slow and gradual, but the more I saw of the city, its diversity, varying architectural styles, and the attitude of the locals, the more I was reminded of the first time I walked through New Orleans. I started out on Rothschild street, a tree-lined boulevard with a large sidewalk running along the median, dotted with cafes, people on
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