Thursday, March 22, 2012

Toward Al Asqa Mosque

After the tunnels, we split up for the rest of the day. I head toward the mosque and am stooped a little short of it. I retrace my steps to the smell of incense which wafts from this Moslem vendor.

I wander a little further on and find a stall full of pomegranates. Other vendors told us there was none in the city. I buy a small cup from the woman for 15 shekels and sit down to blog.

A few minutes later, she sits next to me. She rocks to the side, almost imperceptibly, and breaks wind. I'm not quite sure whether I should feel honored or insulted. So I just suck on my straw and keep blogging.