Mediterranean colors speak to me. They beckon of breezes. Tempt at tastes. Whisper to wander. I’m no fool. I’ll take the challenge.
I’ll gladly walk 30 minutes along Tel Aviv’s turquoise coastline for a casual stroll of the farmer’s market in the port, Shuk HaNamal. Vibrant containers of spices, candied oranges, purple garlic, and blushing apples are my Sirens. I’m happy to answer their call.