In the middle of Jaffa, at a flea market, quite unexpectedly, a real Thai bar grows out of the ground. If you close your eyes, you can imagine yourself in Thailand. A riot of colors, tastes, fruits. Alcoholic and non-coctails, yogurts, juices, salads and, since you are still not in Thailand, but in Israel, of course, homemade dried foods, preserves, pickles, jars, jars in different ways taste and color. Translated with Google Translate
Jaffa, in the evening, on the streets of the flea market, becomes a completely different city. Midday noise, scorching sun, trade and junk disappear, and restaurants, boutiques, bars appear in the laboratory and people's faces become noticeable, and their smiles, music is heard and wine aroma appears in the air. Translated with Google Translate
Don't be afraid to get lost in new places!
