Where is it?
Montefiore, the money-soaked, restaurant-soaked, fancy boutique-soaked heartland of Tel Aviv, ten minutes from hip-‘hoods Florentin and Neve Tzedek - which are all art studios and foodie pop-ups and clever graffiti - and fifteen from Alma Beach, where everyone gathers for the best sunsets over the Mediterranean.
Why so lovely?
You know when people throw about that ‘redefined luxury’ cliché and you’re like, ‘I’ll be the judge of that?’ Well, we judged, and it’s all true; The Norman has given Tel Aviv’s luxury hotel market a kick up its perky proverbial. They’ve taken two listed 1920s buildings, painted one powder blue, the other one yellow, drenched them in the chicest of interiors, put a lush pool up on the roof, and finished it off with not one but…