Entering the Old City through
the Damascus Gate, one of 8 gates. Built in the 16th century by Suleiman, the Sultan of the Ottoman Empire
The Old City - as the name indicates - was what Jerusalem used to be till the late 1800s, a walled city.
Didn't take any pictures of the bazaar because I was so busy looking and walking and watching where I walked - because it's full of people, and more people and shops with heaps of spices, I mean mini-mountains of them, and tourists in shorts, and women wearing scarves, and women without scarves, and lanterns, and stores with artifacts, and incense, and sweet shops, and clothes shops, and perfume shops, and souvenir shops, with old VISIT PALESTINE posters, and fresh orange juice shops. The majority of the residents of the old city are Palestinian. We asked the way to the Holy Sepulchre; a young man carrying a broom and yellow bucket made a sound in Arbaic that seemed - to me - impossibly short to contain an answer but turns out he did answer. He said: "turn right, left, right." Also he said "follow me." So we followed him, and when we got to the courtyard of the church, we went right and he went left.
Shukron, we said, but also we said, yeslamo both of which mean thank you.
Shukron, we said, but also we said, yeslamo both of which mean thank you.
Knafeh…
along the way.
We stopped for this famous Palestinian desert. The base is a local sweet cheese which has a mozzarella like texture and a whole lotta sugar, sprinkled with pistachios.
One alley leading to another…
The Temple Mount
The Holiest of Holies where the Divine Sprit rests...
The Dome of the Rock where Muhammed ascended to heaven…
…so it is said.
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