A visitor emerging from the Port of Haifa and entering the city itself will be confronted by this bewildering mass of signage, much of it in Hebrew. A line of traffic flows around a person who pauses in the grass, seemingly overwhelmed by the confusing mélange of arrows, symbols, warnings, and directions. It is an incongruous scene, perhaps making sense to an Israeli viewer, but certainly a daunting experience for a foreign visitor. (I did not have to worry – I made this image through the front window of a tour bus. I assumed our driver knew where he was going.) All of this history becomes secondary to the moment at hand.