‘All the leaves are green
And the sky is blue
Just strummin’ on the beach
On a late winter's day …’
Hands Up! Don’t hate me for bastardising universally loved lyrics, just read on and you’ll understand why.
On Tuesday we moseyed up to Nahariya, about 27 kilometres north-west of our home in Karmiel, Galilee to find a lone guitarist playing his heart out on a poetically deserted beach.
If anyone can name him and celebrate the musical mystery I’d love to hear from you.
Meanwhile we saw relatively few people at this popular, 30s-built resort as March is the end of the closed season with many shore-front attractions still shuttered and few hardy tourists bothering to brave the brisk winds.
Although aware of Nahariya’s more serious industries, the town reminded us of British resorts like Southport and Brighton where many locals have little to do aside from shopping and sitting sipping coffee while life passes them by …
Even as winter ‘s end trails off in fits and starts, Nahariya’s holiday-air continues year-round with pretty parks, swaying palms and white-clad buildings, even if many now show signs of sad neglect.