I sigh as I turn right off Dizengoff onto my street, and begin to prowl. It’s Wednesday, 10:45 P.M. I slow down to a crawl, knowing the hunt for an elusive parking place near our pied-a-terre in Tel Aviv will again be seriously aggravating. For this I left a reserved spot outside my building in Jerusalem?
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