Bat Yam Dugma Beach pier

It was one of those days when the sky became a soft canvas of colors, promising magical sunset moments. My wife and I decided to spend the evening on the Bat Yam promenade, a place that always feels like it wraps you in a pleasant embrace of sea and wind. We strolled slowly along the shore, our steps blending with the whisper of waves gently breaking on the beach, and the sand stretched like a golden carpet.

The promenade was bustling but not crowded, and we experienced it as a private space. The palm trees that marked the path swayed gently with the wind, and beside them small cafes filled with couples and families enjoying the peaceful hour before sunset.

As we approached the end of the pier, the world around us began to slow down, and everything focused on the view that spread before us – the sea, which stretched in infinite shades of blue, was calm and soothing. We sat on one of the benches, facing the sea, and watched the sun begin to set, casting shades of orange and pink across the sky, with clouds like fabrics dancing with the colors.

We sat there quietly, mesmerized by this living picture of nature at its peak glory, and everything felt simple. The silence between us was pleasant, the kind that doesn’t need to be filled with words. Just us, the sea and the sunset – and a feeling of tranquility that accompanied these moments, as we both knew this was one of those memories we would keep forever.