I had a great time on Saturday. I slept til 11 then got up, took a cab to the old city and just walked around taking pictures. I can mostly find my way around the old city now -- it's a real rabbit warren so this is no small achievement. Also, I dress plainly, carry no bag and hide my camera. I almost look local, so no one bothers me. As soon as you carry a plastic bag, or camera they know you're a tourist and you're dead.
I hung out mostly in the arab quarter which is the most fun – a lot of people, a lot of stores. I had really good coffee, and maybe the best baklava ever. I sat in a cafe for an hour just watching people here.
They're all nuts.
At the end I got a cab (he overcharged but I don't care.) The guy was really nice. He stood by his car and said "half price if you drive." So I got in the driver's seat of the white Mercedes and fired it up. He laughed. I told him to get in.
He changed his mind.
It was my finest moment.
On a less triumphant note, proving that I am not yet a Jerusalemite, a few minutes earlier, in the Arab Quarter, I was looking around. I saw tables with all the different designs of kippas -- hundreds of them. Around the corner there was another stall, with really colourful designs, and even lacy ones. And I noticed that they seemed to be attached in a peculiar way. And had straps. I picked one up.
It was a table of bras.
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