It seems that I have won!

Last Saturday Rinat and I spent a lovely afternoon wandering around Jaffa.


Jaffa


Jaffa

We took lots of photos and had coffee at Paul's Cafe on Yefet Street.



Paul's


Paul's coffee


Rinat at Paul's


Toward sunset, we stopped for a late lunch of hummous - with many accompaniments.


Hummous, ful (fava beans) and hard-boiled egg


With accompaniments


As we were getting ready to leave, a chatty man named Gideon sat at the table next to us, together with a woman whom he introduced as his sister, who was visiting from Turkey. He told us that he had been the neighbourhood postman for 32 years, and started to regale us with all sorts of stories about the locals. I asked if I could take his photo and he agreed.


Gideon, the retired postman from Jaffa

Then he laughed merrily and said, "Just don't tell people that you found Saddam Hussein in Jaffa!"


:O

...I finally capitulated to the Sandmonkey ('cause he's so charming and - well, 'cause it's an easy meme).

1. Grab the book closest to you.
2. Open to page 123, go down to the fifth sentence
3. Post the text of next 3 sentences on your blog
4. Name of the book and the author
5. Tag three people

"Francis was doing most of the talking. He was a meagre, excitable man, and as brown as a cigar-leaf, being the son of a South Indian woman; Samuel, whose mother had been a Karen, was pale yellow with dull red hair. Both were dressed in shabby drill suits, with vast topis beneath which their slender bodies looked like the stalks of toadstools."

Burmese Days, by George Orwell

Tagged: Aya, Rami and Liza
Update: also, my pregnant sister.