Despite all the confusion of identity that is Jaffa, despite all the naming of Arab streets after Rabbis, despite the incredible mix of cultures, there is something about Jaffa that remains eternal.

This was taken from my nephew’s balcony the other night.  It was his birthday party and the people we hadn’t seen for a long time seemed as if they had aged.  So much has happened in the past years, so much pain, so much pleasure, and Yaffo remains the same.