Day 10
We woke to a Tel Aviv washed in sunshine, the kind of morning that feels both light and heavy when you know it’s your last. Bags were packed, the bus loaded with the quiet efficiency of travellers who have done this together many times before. We said goodbye to Gen – one of those farewells that lingers a second longer than planned – then counted down and set off, ready to walk our final chapter through the city.
Our walking tour led us away from the glossy boulevards and into Tel Aviv’s back streets, where the walls speak. Here, street art isn’t decoration; it’s testimony. Every corner revealed colour layered with meaning—bold murals, intricate details, faces and symbols that stopped us mid-step. The artwork told stories of loss, resilience, and heartbreak in the wake of October 7, transforming concrete walls into open-air galleries of memory and emotion. It was vibrant and devastating all at once, a reminder that in Tel Aviv, art doesn’t just beautify the city—it bears witness to its soul.
After a short drive, we arrived at Hayarkon Park for our final meal together. We soaked up the sunshine while enjoying our sandwiches, lingering a little longer to savour the moment. Once we’d eaten, a gentle walk felt essential. Along the way, we remembered the tragic bridge collapse during the Maccabiah Games. Today, the site of that tragedy has been transformed into a beautiful nature reserve—peaceful, green, and filled with birdsong, offering a quiet sense of calm and reflection.