On Sunday, I caught the 7.00 am bus down to the bay and after two stops was absolutely swamped by a stampede of young soldiers in uniform.
Three sat next to me, two with their rifles. They were speaking Arabic.
It turned out that they were Druze from the nearby village of Dalyat. They told me that Issifiya, which most people conceive of as part of Dalyat, is actually a Muslim village.
For the first time in my experience, the short walk down to the sea was not pleasant, with plenty of evidence from Saturday night. But the confetti strewn amongst the litter pointed to a wedding.
In the changing rooms the cleaner was not ready, and when I asked him when he would be, he answered in Russian that he would prefer me not to speak Hebrew, as he was Russian.
However, in the sea, I met Louisa, a Quaker, who is Dutch. We had a long chat and she told me she had moved here from
and lived nearby in
Louisa explained the difference in mentality between Tel Aviv and the north, which she regards as far more Middle Eastern in outlook than TA, but we agreed that nothing beats the beach here.