After a long day at Tel Aviv cafes and restaurants, we found ourselves exhausted, but the new system of early warning made the predictable missile bearable.  

I must explain – in the morning we met with the family of the man whose father saved the lives of my parents – at the gorgeous cafe of their grandson – Nomene – on 54 Allenby – a noble, restored building from the ’40s.  “My mother used to take me here when I was a little boy!”  

There were all kinds of connections, memories, great stories – but no food, so we picked up some grandchildren for lunch at Mateo’s on Bograshov. 

All that sitting and eating.  too much escape….