Jaffa, Israel.
May 03, 2019
3 minutes
Words Stephen Unwin
e’re sat up at the bar in Puaa, down some back alley in the thick of Jaffa’s ancient market, where all the action is. A lady in a faded T-shirt with a rainbow splashed across it is fetching, maître d’ing, giggling, ushering punters to the very last table. Behind the bar, a man with a dense beard–Israelis do good beard–is decanting and Bloody Mary-ing and flirting and that gap in
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