Anyone who knows anyone who owns a car in Tel Aviv has heard their complaints about the problems of finding parking in this city. I’ve lived here for a couple of years now, so these litanies are familiar to me but so far I’ve been spared from the actual first-hand experience of circling side streets for hours in the vain pursuit of a parking spot.
That is, until yesterday.
I returned from Herzliya Pituach at around ten thirty at night and started to look for parking somewhere in the area of Ibn Gvirol-Pinkas-Remez-Jabotinsky.
Exactly. I could just as well have looked for a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.
The whole experience reminded me of this clip that circulates among frustrated car-owners in the White City.