The sun sets on Tel Aviv turning the UFO terminal of Ben Gurion Airport a shade of gold, while the blank blue recedes from teal to purple. Just hours ago, I shouldered my bags, tossed the keys on the puke-green counter top, and closed the door on another chapter of GabrielDesigns. Appropriate wouldn’t you say that yet another junkie perched on the stairwell landing stared out of his stench and cigarette-smoke, eyes bloodshot and clucking for his next hit? We regarded each other for a few seconds before I walked past him and out onto the street without a backward glance.

But now here we go with the usual Israeli Special: Security Final-Round Answer-or-Die Challenge questions. And of course it wouldn’t be a proper flight out of Israel – once and for all – without the security stealing the Issey Miyake Pour Homme that I’ve traveled the world with countless times. You can be certain those greedy fingers plucked the bottle out of the waste bin (after the Supervisor very delicately placed it within and literally walked away, deaf to my verbal protests and eventual outrage.) Absolute THIEVES this country is comprised of!

Bags checked and sipping espresso, I realise it was on this specific and auspicious date exactly three years ago that a pair of brown shoes and blue trousers receded from my vision as the roar of the JMZ swallowed me up to JKF and a Paris-bound flight. Three years later, I find myself on the oppose site of the world embarking on yet another mystery to France. Except this time it’s not a beautiful face staring farewells but the sound of a garbled Hebrew voice blaring for some chap to gate C08. We’ve come full circle, none the wiser, apartmentless, penniless, and GabrielDesigns is forever leaving the Middle East with only a blank future. However come what may, stay tuned for the next on all things grand design from Nice and Provence. Yesterday is history, tomorrow a mystery!