For some reason as I walked through Tel Aviv today I kept recollecting events in my past.  Tel Aviv is in ruins right now, what with the digging up in the streets for the light rail, and, of course, the recession because all the shopowners are in reserve duty.  And yet, and yet, I almost  found it beautiful.  Certainly in parts it IS beautiful, and I keep wishing I lived right in the middle, where I could go out for a coffee and a shmooze with Michel, or sit in the music flower garden of Habima, or walk through the street with a Tony Vespa pizza, or just meet my friends for coffee….