The story is told of an artist who was observed whilst dancing alone in his studio. He would dance holding the easel of his painting, and in his other hand he would hold the painting he had just finished. This is how the story goes, though few people bel ...
A True Story
As I arrived at the light-train station at the beginning of Jaffa Street, I asked a passerby where the information booth was. One of the people waiting for the next train pointed to a frosted storefront window and said, "try your luck there, it’s part of ...