Jaffa

Although the market itself was disappointing the streets of Jaffa, the restaurants and the divine Marilyn Monroe you can just see behind the car were terrific. It feels completely

different to Tel Aviv. Life is slower, fewer cars with the sound of footsteps from invisible walkers in the twisting, turning streets.

Aisha in Jaffa

Finally I understand the fuss over djellaba. In the window of a tiny story in Jaffa floated a diaphanous linen djellaba embroidered by the hands of fairies in orange. It looked as though it might take flight it was so delicate. I stumbled across a divine Moroccan store in Jaffa south of Tel Aviv on the edge of flea market. From the lingerie sachets to the lamps to the clothing everything in Aisha brims of exquisite taste.

The owner told me how she had gone to Morocco to learn about her father’s roots and fallen in love with the embroidery and craftsmanship. She has exquisite pieces – everything is chosen with incredible care and presented with love. Go!