Just down the street, there was an actual, real, genuine, Israeli Punk concert. No kidding. Just right there, in the square, set up on a stage, no admission, nothing, just a punk concert. Why? Who knows. But I was thrilled. This band was actually good, and I did not appreciate this until the next band came on later. The crowd, actually a standard punk crowd in the same style I was used to growing up, leather, combat boots, funky hairstyles and angry t-shirts on otherwise nice and decent people, there to mosh but not hurt anybody. What a blast!
