So by the time that Craig and I got to the Wailing Wall today, I had to go to the bathroom. Welcome to multiple sclerosis. It's like I'm a pregnant woman. Anyway, when I get back, I look around for Craig. Lo and behold I spot him approaching the Wailing Wall in a yarmulke! See for yourself!
And Craig starts praying! Please bear in mind that my partner isn't Jewish!
When I asked him later, he said he wasnt praying. He was just "feeling." He had an intuitive instinct that he shouldn't pray, he should just be open to a feeling. Craig he felt love and warmth. It was overpowering.
Then the rabbi who had just fleeced him for 50 shekels came by to fleece him down for more...
Then the rabbi's buddy got into the scene...
By which time, Craig figured he'd had enough of the Wailing Wall!
And here are, of course, the obligatory pictures of the Dome of the Rock and the Holy Sepulchre
And last, but not least, here's one of a Palestinian guy selling pomegranates by the Jaffa Gate.