A few months back, I was lucky enough to spend the better part of two weeks in Tel Aviv. Admittedly, I spent most of my time eating hummus and burekas, but I also found the time to visit some bookstores. Here is some photographic evidence:
I’m a record junky. I don’t mind sifting through stacks and stack of old LP’s, and this is the sort of bookstore that gives the same appealing vibe of buried treasures waiting to be unearthed.
Row after row of enticing books that quite frankly, I’m unable to understand or even sound out without vowels…It’s a tough language, ok?
More to follow…