Going through photos from a couple months ago. I didn't want to share it because it's such a cliche photo. But still so pretty. I can smell the old city of Jerusalem just by looking. Spicy and warm and sweet. I didn't buy anything. Who would want to mess up the pretty piles. I only wished to walk by and know that the market is there, that the colors are there and people do walk by and some do buy. Some of them might pause to wonder at the colors and wordlessly contemplate the small miracles of this world. In the shuk. In Jerusalem. Perhaps some of the passers by particularly notice the red.
