On my second morning in Israel, I went for a walk around Old Jaffa, just a stone’s throw from Tel Aviv and my hotel. I felt excited to be in a foreign country, delighted to be shooting photos and content browsing the flea market. The market was spread along street fronts and cast upon the ground. Sellers offered five and dime trinkets and lots of old junk, but the surrounding stores had better merchandise. To me, the ancient port had an exotic, Old World type feel, unlike anything in Florida.