For some reason I expected Tel Aviv to be really beautiful, but it's not. I'm probably spoiled by northern California. Or maybe it takes longer to see Tel Aviv's beauty.
Outside my hotel room men sort big pink bags of hangars. They have their not-so-interesting work cut out for them.
Outside my hotel room men sort big pink bags of hangars. They have their not-so-interesting work cut out for them.
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