Tel Aviv Rooftop

Meet Amnon.  We met him on a stormy Shabbat morning on the side of a steep side road in Neve Tzedek. He was putting away his bicycle after giving up the idea of playing matkot on the beach, something he does on a daily basis and has been doing for at least 50 years. He invited us to see his apartment otherwise known as the Only Matkot Museum in the World. Amnon was born and bred in Neve Tzedek and is a major figure in the matkot community. There are some 350 matkot (beach paddles) of every conceivable size and colour in Amnon's matkot museum interspersed with large paintings of the northern European forest scenes so popular among people who live in hot countries. His devotion to the sport is boundless. Amnon, still sprightly now, thanks to matkot, is surrounded here by photos of him in action in younger days (click to enlarge). Now he and his fellow matkot-obsessed friends play on a concrete strip underneath one of the hotels on Gordon Beach where they have been gr...

Smoke billowing from a fire near the popular 'Recital' wedding hall  situated at a busy intersection in Tel Aviv's business district. Taken from the 15th floor of an office building. With talk of a war with Iran buzzing in our ears was I the only one thinking that this is wjhat the next war will look like?

A day after US Secretary of  Defense Leon Panetta was quoted as saying that he believed Israel would attack Iran in the Spring and following a cold and rainy week of grim declarations by Israel's top security brass that time was running out to stop the Iranian nuclear threat, Tel Aviv came out to party. The clouds cleared, the sun shone and Sderot Rothschild filled with the (mainly) young and beautiful. There were open air bars, two DJ areas, a  market too, but mainly thousands of people.  After a break of a year or two, Tel Aviv municipality was reinstating regular Friday afternoon street parties on Rothschild and the word had certainly got out. Apart from studiously ignoring the coming war with Iran, Hizbullah and Hamas, the main activities were nodding to the DJs sets , absorbing the chest-wrenching volume of the bass line, drinking beer and checking people out - the perfect Friday afternoon mix. Hula hoops, obviously in deep denial, also seem ...

Messing around with some of the effects on Picassa, one gets to pondering how we see the world around us and what we make of it. Sometimes it just takes a small shift in texture to make us see things differently.

Luck brought me to Casablanca but with only enough time to take a fewphotos in the early morning or evening. The old downtown area, near the port is graced with lovely old buildings, standing cheek to jowl with some badly neglected neighbours. The sun setting on the paved area surrounding the King Hassan II mosque. Spray coming off the Atlantic covers the Corniche (promenade). The mosque itself is the 7th biggest in the world and has the tallest minaret. It was built on the water because, according to the Koran, "the throne of Allah was built on water." Children playing in one of the magnificent but waterless fountains. Setting up shop in the old vegetable market. The logs the man is facing seemed to have petrified into stone. Breakfast before school. Too many buildings look like this. Not everyone's idea of cool... Early morning shoe shine. In the market. Pancakes are cheap and popular. The spaces onte walls are reserved for polit...

A visit to Zuccotti Park, the epicentre of the Occupy Wall Street movement, triggered a sharp sense of deja vu. We'd flown in from Israel where the last vestiges of the protest tent encampments were being removed, only to find that they had been reincarnated a spit away from Wall Street. And what was fuelling the protestors here among the sleeping bags and placards  was the same middle class anger with big business, with bad government, with the disproportionate distribution of wealth, in short: with the system. There was also the same infuriating/intriguing refusal to be tied down to fixed set of demands. References to the fundamentals of American democracy were a major motif. One man stood reading the Constitution out loud. I copied the following passage from the New York Times Review (but forgot to jot down the name of the author): Sounds familiar? It would be hard to beat this as a description of the Daphni Leef  school  of the Israeli social prot...

This weekend the annual Tel Aviv art festival took to the streets. We took a walk along Yehuda Hayamit in Yaffo, a normally nondescript commercial street in a mixed Jewish-Arab area  that turned up some suprises. Outside the Galei Tzahal (Army Radio) building two dancers performed in front of a small crowd . This trio of Arab girls had a strategic view next to spotlights and seemed entranced. a From the outside, the studio/salon at number 20 looked pretty dilapidated but the interior revealed this cosy area. Further up the road, an explosion of primitivist colour. Not often that you see a cellist playing at the entrance of a carpentry shop, so  we were drawn in. To find that the cellist had friends making electronic sounds at the back. On the way we met Ahmad who was taking advantage ofthe crowds to display his bicycle technique. He agreed to have his picture taken on condition that it would appear on the internet. So this is for you Ahmad. ...