This article is not a travel guide. Instead, I wanted to take the most of my one-week trip in Tel Aviv by enjoying the nightlife and the beaches. Plus, its liberal nature attracted me. From my very first hours in Tel Aviv, the difference with Jerusalem is obvious. The Holy City is a reminder of history and religion, whereas Tel Aviv looks to the future. On the streets, I pass people dressed in Western style and notice very few religious signs.
Tsitsit , headscarves and long skirts are rare here. Sandals, shorts, short skirts and tank tops are everywhere. I tell myself that the mixing of populations has something to do with it. The city is noisy. The noise comes from the cars on the wide avenues and the conversations and laughter of the groups of friends sitting on the terraces.
I find that France is a country where people like to spend time outdoors, and the inhabitants of Tel Aviv seem to be outside even more often. To get to the beach, I walk along a wide street. I notice many bars and restaurants.
The early evening atmosphere, when people start to go out, delights me. After crossing the small Independence Park, I reach the palm-lined seafront.
In front of me, I can see Hilton Beach , named after the hotel located there. The imposing buildings lining the beach seem to be scanning the horizon. The sun is already low in the sky. I can enjoy my evening after staying in the flat all day. Little by little, I enter a world of wonder. My senses are awake. I hear music coming from a beach bar. I sit on my towel in the sand, admiring the orange sunset as a backdrop of the Mediterranean Sea. He looks friendly.
