March 16
by Adam | Sunday 5 November 2006
Hemingway
On a walk in Jaffa, I watched the port close for Shabbat and the sunset on the sea from a pier where Arab fisherman stood with their poles and bags of bread in anticipation of their dinner.
Some of the fishermen had their families there and more on the port their cars sat beside the tiyelet playing Arabic music while the children chased each other in the near-dark.
I wore a nicer blazer for lack of other jacket and probably looked more Western than I would have appeared in street clothes.
The clocktower hit eight and I went back.
