There comes a point when war becomes boring, if not mundane; and there comes another point when it becomes annoying. Two weeks of being in the same city, running up and down and up and down into the same miklat, going for walks in the same neighborhood square...Whereas it was good to have downtime and familiarity in those spaces between missile attacks the first week or so, it began to feel very same-y, especially in Rishon LeZion, a comfortable, quiet, and residential city.

A slow walk from the chaos of the shuk to the calm of the shoreline reveals a Tel Aviv most people rush past. These photos capture the small, everyday moments that give the city its pulse. No itinerary, no agenda. Just Tel Aviv as it looks when you’re paying attention.