Monday, November 25, 2013
After sunset our young couple joined us for dinner. As soon as you are seated in an Arab restaurant plenty of these little salads appear on the table, and as soon as you finish some you get replacements. In this restaurant near the sea, they were especially generous. When the delicious grilled fish arrived we were already stuffed.
Going for a stroll the next morning.
While passing the flea market we saw that all the vibes, energies, actions and people from the day before were gone. The market is closed on Shabat and the place looked empty, clean and quiet, waiting for all that "balagan" to return.
Sunday, November 24, 2013
Driving along the sea side promenade in Tel Aviv Friday morning, and arriving at Yaffo at the clock tower, which was built in Ottoman time (as one of seven similar towers around the country).
Just a little bit further is the entrance to the flea market, to the part where you probably really could find some fleas, if you would bother to search.
Pots and pans and plates and cups and cutlery.
Lightening, toys and furniture.
Carpets, trinkets, crafts and needlework and pets. And chamber pots for nocturnal urgency. (No, these kitties were not for sale, but lovingly cared for and sleeping soundly!)
If you need means of transportation, you do not have to look further.
You fancy a sewing machine? Here you go!
I bought for almost nothing a package of six small dolls, the box dirty on the outside, but still unopened. What do you need THAT for? my husband asked. For the dolls I will prepare lovely beds with pillows and blankets from a rose patterned fabric I have. I'll use the plastic baskets of the mushrooms I buy at the supermarket for the beds, or the boxes of tea bags, and I have sweet simple gifts for little girls. I found some old crocheted doilies too, very pretty ones.
There are many many little cafes and small eating places at the market. We went down the alley to the Pua restaurant to have breakfast.
Stuff from all over the world is offered at the colorful bigger part of the market, new, old, vintage and antique. Textiles, like shawls and clothing. Ceramics, Judaica, embroidered and crocheted table wear, traditional carpets, jewellery, and a lot of bric-a-brac. You have to bargain down the prices, at least a third. But if you offered a certain amount, you have to stick to it, otherwise you would be acting in bad manners. This is true for small and big purchases alike, there is an ethic code at the market you should follow.
Old coins, not worth much, bust nostalgic.
You see the eye beads here? They are mine now, and also some of these blue ceramic beads and ornaments from Persia.
My husband promised to prepare breakfast the next morning, so on our way back to the apartment we stopped at a small, tiny actually, Arab store to buy bread, eggs, cheese, etc. There this lovely boy entered with his sweet pet parrot - it had the softest feather dress ever and nibbled on my fingers with amazing tenderness! :-)
To be continued...
Wednesday, November 20, 2013
These are my Journal book paintings of the last weeks. I am thinking of trying a larger size, but I am so afraid! :-(
This one was sketched in a hurry and frenzy while listening to a speedy very rhythmical trek in our son's new album
Yes, with that one I stole a bit from Klee.
Zoom in - if you like. :-)