This flower shop, at the entrance to the city park, has been around for almost 80 years. It was opened in 1940 and was the most convenient and pleasant place to buy a bouquet before a date in the park. Indeed, there is a fairly large selection of colors that attract the eye from afar. Prices are quite reasonable (I say from the experience of the average resident of Tel Aviv). A small bouquet of 10 euros. The staff is very friendly. In front of the flower shop there is a bus stop and you can see how many crowns while away waiting time for choosing a beautiful bouquet, just at home or for a gift. Translated with Google Translate
City park as a house book. As soon as the yellowed sheets are touched, the city will begin to dump its stories with enthusiasm. They will be written in calligraphic handwriting with classic curls, imitating the era, or chopped pen strokes, in accordance with the directives of the time. With crafty boasting, they will hoist glorious citizens on a pedestal or, like skeletons in a closet, hide their obscene acts in the shadow of distant alleys. His trees whisper past rumors, ponds keep silent secrets, and swarms of pigeons sweep dried leaves from the tracks like dust from a book cover. And the longer you stay in the park, the more you understand that time puts everything in its place, passions disappear and only heaven and silence patronize the living, contemplating the earthly vanity from above. Such a city park in Vienna. Translated with Google Translate
