The Jewish Quarter and the Western Wall

We walked through the Jewish Quarter on three occasions. One morning I got out of bed early, had coffee, and then walked to find the Western Wall. It was a moving experience, to say the least. I decided not to walk up to the wall because I was in shorts. When you're in the plaza, you begin to get a sense of just how serious and holy the wall is, especially that it was the Shabbat. There's a murmur and an intensity in the air that was definite but hard to put in words. So I stood back and watched.

A day earlier, Lily and I went on a search for an ATM. The only one in the old city, apparently, was in a small shop in the Cardo, the old Roman market place. It was closed when we found it, but after lunch, we found it open. Later in the week, Lily and I took an evening walk from the Zion Gate into the Jewish Quarter (which was mostly all new construction) and back to the Jaffa Gate through the Armenian Quarter. It was fun to just get lost and watch all the families getting set for the evening meal or sweeping up in front of their homes.