It was sad to leave Istanbul. It had truly started to feel like home. We got our flight to Tel Aviv (fortunately, not many folks going from Turkey to Israel). We had a minor problem with the rental car agency (first not finding our reservation and then once they found it and transported us to the car pickup- only to renege on the originally quoted price). We took great pleasure in walking out from their agency and walking a few steps to their competition and getting a Citroen for a lower price.
We arrived at our hotel to find that my dentist appointment was scheduled for 1:30- and it was 1:25. The hotel clerk walked me to the dentist and after an x-ray, I was in the chair starting one of two recommended root canals. Depression set in as we were scheduling the next 6 visits to the dentist to complete the work. After the mouth assault for about an hour, we walked over to the Hilton and looked at the view from the 17th floor panorama. Sitting in the “executive floor”, it was like being in the middle of a bad Woody Allen movie. Lot of loud voices talking about “doing deals” (Quote: “You could make two million”.) or the table next to us talking about which mall was “classier”.
Tel Aviv is a combination of a beach town and a modern city. We took a taxi to an Italian restaurant (good for the teeth- not much chewing) and found that it had changed hands and was now opening as Fashion TV. We experienced our first fiscal shock when we got our bill for two soups, quiche and a few beers for $60.
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