A Wet Walk in Tzfat

Some rain has come at last,with rumours of snow on the Hermon [about time!],maybe tomorrow here also,bearing in mind that "snow in Tzfat" is one of the more persistent Israeli urban myths.The door is part of a fine Tzfat house that used to belong to Ziggy Lobel,a woodworker,then to friends Tammi and Tzvika; the current owners painted it orange,but it has faded to a pleasant peach-pink.