The Mediterranean, white Bauhaus architecture, sunkissed skin. A lingering 1970s glamour.
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 heat, sweat, cigarette smoke, flowers on the balconies overhead.
A celebration of our favourite beach city on the Med, and its sun-kissed global citizens.
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