Tel Aviv

Sun. White, yellow, bright. Gold jewellery on tanned skin. A lingering 1970s glamour. It's sexy, it's a party. It's life in the bubble. It's walking along the beach, naked skin, feeling relaxed, languorous, but it's the big city, there's noise, people and a sense of intensity and madness. It's stopping at the juice stall on Dizengoff. It's Bauhaus. It's heat, sweat, cigarette smoke, flowers on the balconies overhead.