One of the thing I dig about Jerusalem is the juxtapositions. Sometimes they are deep and meaningful, the the juxtaposition between war and peace, desert and civilization, holy and profane. Sometimes they are fraught with conflict, like the juxtaposition of Arab, Jew and Christian. Sometimes, however, they are just random, and it is in those moments, that some of this city’s charm is revealed.

I snapped this pic last Friday in Machene Yehuda. We have it all here folks, Chabadnikim putting tefillin on willing shoppers and men in sombreros selling cheese graters and matches.



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Laya Millman