I finally got round to riding over to Gan Hahashmal. It reminded me of early eighties Sheinkin, in a way, long before Sheinkin got icky and commercialized. Very promising. I don't like going to Sheinkin anymore. We used to have coffee there every Friday morning, when Eldest was little, before Youngest was born. It was already starting to get spoiled even then - the (artsy fartsy) shabbiness was getting artificial (if it wasn't always) - but it was a nice change from north Tel Aviv. Today it's all too shiny, and the atmosphere on a Friday is not pleasant and laid back, like it used to be. There seem to be so many nice alternatives for Friday morning coffees these days, Tel Aviv is hopping, but we never seem to get round to it. Oh well.