is the main shopping street and it runs parallel with Ben Yehuda till they meet at the Northern end.
It wasn't lively when I was there pretty quiet really, apart from when I was intercepted by the police on Dizengoff at 1am walking home from work, they wanted to know where I was going (in those days the streets were deserted after 9 or 10pm) but I couldn't understand a word of hebrew so I reached into my inside jacket pocket to get the card that I kept my address on in case I ever needed a taxi, I think they thought I was reaching for a gun, next minute I was pinned against a wall with a pistol pressed up against my neck. After a few cries of help one of the cops recognised I was English and he was, as it turned out, an immigrant from America so we ironed out the misunderstanding quite amicably.
The hand grenade incident in the El Al office took a bit more explaining.