Friday, June 29, 2018 5:41 AM

I have walked too many miles for this shawarma. I started at the port, supposedly a hub of urban nightlife. What's there in late evening: closed boutiques, expensive restaurants, and the same chain cafes as my own neighborhood. On the patios, glittering people, mostly speaking English, laugh too loud and nibble at food I don't recognize. I follow the boardwalk around, then walk through an unlabeled park. Close to midnight, children still play on swings and merry-go-rounds. One girl spins quickly on a platform around a pole. Her long hair traces her circuit, flowing parallel to the ground. I find a familiar main street and walk along it. It's much longer than it seems from the bus. On most blocks, nothing is happening. At occasional bars, people stare at projection screens showing the World Cup live. I end up down near City Hall, where I used to catch my bus home after Hebrew class. Across from it, I stop at a shawarma joint that I've never tried. The food is excellent. Next time, I may start by eating there, then try this journey in reverse.