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Nothing quite like it in the modern world.
Hard to describe the feel of walking on the uneven concrete, often wet. Harder yet to describe the feel in the air --one of many years gone past.
The smells vary. some not so good.
And the people vary. Arabs, Jews, girls, boys, military.
Often jovial-sometimes a frightening place if you know better.
It's the shortest path to the Kotel--the Western Wall. A busy place where you can find yourself very alone very quickly.
Click on it and you'll see the wetness and the snow. So very rare and precious.
Ahh, Jerusalem.
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