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!