Ugly eggplants in HaCarmel Market in Tel Aviv.
My heart skipped a beat when I passed this pile of eggplants, gleaming like so many oiled sunbathers sprawled on the beach. These guys wouldn’t stand a chance at your typical American grocery store but there’s more than enough eggplant love to go around in Tel Aviv. Everywhere I turned, I spotted eggplant graffiti: big and small, squat and lean, purple and white and blue and pink. I’d love to meet the eggplant enthusiast responsible for all the street art.