Conflict?

Ben and I were in Tel Aviv for shabbot. Since Jews are forbidden to work on this day they swarm to the beaches along with all the tourists attracted to this newly proclaimed honey pot.
We lazed on the beach. I read the Jerusalem Post whilst drinking my iced coffee as Ben went and explored. Not a great paper. Pretty right wing. The few articles i read from the magazine insert were a review of a book about how Haj Amin al-Husseini had collaborated with Hitler, the sex and the city life style of Israeli women in America (making it out to be a good thing) and how a healthy injection of Capitalism was saving the Kibbutz. There was a good insert on entertainment in Israel though.
On Sunday the city itself came back to life and I wandered through Carmel Market, the Dizengoff (huge) shopping centre up to the Hayarkon River and along to Tel Aviv port where the rich Israelis come to play. I passed through Rabin Square, previously Kings of Israel Square, but renamed after Prime Minster Rabin was assasinated on his way back to his car by a Jewish extremist after delivering a speech there.
That evening I felt completely at ease sipping a glass of wine and wandering along the shore on my own just soaking up the easy atmosphere.