*Trying a new layout of putting the pictures first rather than the text*
A group of us went to the main shuq (outdoor market typical in the Middle East) in East Jerusalem today. This is exactly what I thought of, pre-trip, when someone mentions Jerusalem. Hijab-adorned women and kippah-wearing men mingle lazily along the outer edges of the market. Inside, it’s reminiscent of a circus. People yell (mainly in Hebrew, though Arabic and some English were heard, too), children run between people chasing plastic toys, and a burly Jewish man chops bloody fish heads to sell to and elderly Muslim woman. Jerusalem is turning out to be a city of contrasts, yet the city still functions, maybe because it has to. The city is like a rusty cog – if you had to check a box on whether or not it works, you would choose yes, but it staggers, struggling for a future undefined.
Anyway, enough of that. The general breakdown of the pictures (I realize now putting the text first might have been a better idea):
- Walking to the shuq in East Jerusalem
- Stores like this lined the outside the market. Fruit (especially dates and strawberries) was really inexpensive.
- A little bread store selling phenomenal (thank you Roger for enriching me your vocab) pastries for 1 NIS (about 30 US cents)
- Entrance to the shuq
- Everyone loves chocolate
- Narrow streets curve and bend with people buying and selling local wares
- Hello ceiling
- Hello person
- Narrow, narrow streets
- Rep your city, yo, even in the Holy Land