26 October 2001
In (and around) Jerusalem, rocks and stones inevitably become walls. This day began with a quick introductory walk through West Jerusalem led by Yuval-- to the city born. We moved at a brisk pace through the winding streets, into the Polish quarter, an enclave in which little has changed since the Poles emigrated so many years ago. We emerged just across from a wonderful West Jerusalem version of the sprawling market in the other section of the city. We had about 15 minutes to poke around. The bags of spices, the heaps and mounds of olives, and the biggest pomegranates i ever saw--a feast for the senses.
Gathering and checking to be sure we were all back at the gateway to the market, we straggled in pairs and singles a few blocks down the street to board the bus-- our driver beyond compare, Ishmael, ready and waiting.
Our destination was Yad Vashem, the Holocaust Museum.
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