The first thing I saw in the Tel Aviv airport was a mosaic, with a personalised Fair Weather in Greek: ΚΑΛΟΚΕΡΙΑ. I was expectedly touched. Tel Aviv airport is possibly the prettiest airport I have been through.
As the cab started ascending from the outskirts of Tel Aviv I could immediately smell the freshness and the altitude. All sorts of villages in the woods, dramatically clinging on the top of cliffs. Then Jerusalem: chaotic street plan, if any, lots of trees everywhere and a chilly breeze.
More to come.
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