Once a year, when the days are long, cities around the world host a "White Night," an all night art-festival. The first one in Tel Aviv was held in 2003, the same year it was recognized as a UNESCO World Heritage site. This festival is especially appropriate since Tel Aviv's nickname is the White City. Since the first festival in 2003, it has been held every year on the last Thursday in June.
So, being in Tel Aviv last Thursday, I resisted the call of my bed and went out. We left my apartment around 10pm and headed for Mexican food. Not the best Mexican I've had, but I think Los Angeles ruined that for me. Next, a few of us found a pub to watch the end of the Portugal v. Poland UEFA Euro Championship game (priorities). Definitely worth it to watch - went all the way to penalties.
After the game, we walked along Rothschild, one of the main streets in Tel Aviv. It was quite the site. There were people of all ages walking along, ducking into bars and restaurants for food and drink, watching musicians and street performers, and sitting on benches talking with friends.
The top photo is from Kikar Rabin. It appeared to be between sets for a DJ. The square was filled with hundreds of teenagers, milling around waiting for the next act. The bottom photo was taken as I walked along Rothschild. This was one of several musical acts I walked past.
Being the night owl I am (or not), I went home early-ish, around 1:30am. The streets were still busy; it almost felt like the party was just getting started.
So, being in Tel Aviv last Thursday, I resisted the call of my bed and went out. We left my apartment around 10pm and headed for Mexican food. Not the best Mexican I've had, but I think Los Angeles ruined that for me. Next, a few of us found a pub to watch the end of the Portugal v. Poland UEFA Euro Championship game (priorities). Definitely worth it to watch - went all the way to penalties.
After the game, we walked along Rothschild, one of the main streets in Tel Aviv. It was quite the site. There were people of all ages walking along, ducking into bars and restaurants for food and drink, watching musicians and street performers, and sitting on benches talking with friends.The top photo is from Kikar Rabin. It appeared to be between sets for a DJ. The square was filled with hundreds of teenagers, milling around waiting for the next act. The bottom photo was taken as I walked along Rothschild. This was one of several musical acts I walked past.
Being the night owl I am (or not), I went home early-ish, around 1:30am. The streets were still busy; it almost felt like the party was just getting started.
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