There is a strip mall in Ramat Aviv Gimmel that could be one of the best place to be in the wonderful world of the nouveau bourgouisie.  It would work – especially if there were a few classy cafes.  But today when I scoured the place looking for gym clothes, a pair of jeans for my granddaughter, and maybe a good scarf, all I found were a lot of stores for rent and end of season sales – with a suspicious amount of last year’s merchandise.   Too many expensive opticians, not enough shoemakers.  Too many cheap-looking dresses, not enough children’s clothing establishments.   The post office is for rent, there’s no good hardware stores, no handcrafts, no joy.  So much potential, such a convenient location, no reason to go there.