We have been planning all week to go to the arts fair.  Tel Aviv has been holding an annual fair for years and we always have friends exhibiting.  Fresh Paint has a great website – even in English and it is really impressive.  But the first thing that comes up when you go to the website is that they warn you to park at least a kilometer away.  So we parked there and walked.  And the velodrome is really an impressive sight in itself – it is enormous and beautiful.  And full of people.  Once we got past the crowd at the entrance we thought it would be a cinch, but it turned out that there were so many people Ezi got spooked and we barely managed to see a few exhibits when he bolted.  I have not seen him in such a self-protective mode for 14 years.    And that was when I took him to an acupuncturist when he first discovered he was stage 4 and at the entrance to the ‘clinic’ he decided this place was a scam.

So, Fresh Paint.  There were some amazing exhibits  = politics:  Yoni Zohar – paintings of the demonstrations against Bibi.  Farid Abu Shakra – old people from the village, sabras.  Plus Ethiopian crochet, abstract versions of Buddha, and a great deal more that seemed wonderfully absorbing.  But I was focusing on a woman whose nose peeked out of her mask, a guy who kept moving his mask down, and the back of my husband as he ran through the exhibit to the exit.