Charlie has gone back to his loving family last night and I went back to my holocaust research, fixing footnotes on fast-disappearing texts.  

But, as you can see, I’m as infantile and fun-loving as Charlie, and I had to take out a few hours for coffee at the port.  Now everyone knows that the port is the best place to spend a morning.  And I have to make a very serious confession.  The best dressed women were definitely Moslem.  More and more I don’t like the Israeli sense of fashion.  Time to get a new wardrobe.

I did get a pair of earrings, though.

how does anyone get any work done in this city?  I’d love to do some work now but i promised some friends I’d meet them at the beach….