We’ve finally reached the corner. Now, we turn right, onto Agrippas, and start walking down towards the bus stop, to go home. These bus stops used to be on Yaffo, where the train now is. When they built the train, they transferred all of them to Agrippas. Now the “bus stop” is no longer a [useful, not pretty] old shelter, with a sign on top. It is just a sign post on a small sidewalk, where people waiting for the bus push and are pushed by the people walking on the street, or going in and out of shops. In other words a too-small sidewalk became even smaller – without actually changing the sidewalk itself.
The store on the corner, selling newspapers (and beers, and cigarettes).
And a restaurant with a tiny smokers’ area. It keeps the restaurant smoke-free, but what about the rest of us?
A store selling snacks . . .
. . . and a store selling all kinds of drinks: soft drinks, alcohol, water, juices – you name it, they have it.
We finally reached the bus stop.
Next post: Waiting for the bus. (Yes, I will eventually finish this series and get back to normal writing. If you must know, I thought of this series for two reasons: 1) To help satisfy readers’ curiosity about life in Israel, 2) To help aid my writers’ block that will only allow me to write rants about how awful formula is.
Honestly, though, we all know that posting too many pictures in one post is never a good idea. So, I’m trying to divide the pictures up in a sensible manner.) But, if you are getting bored of this, let me know.