We went to a land where Barry was scared of the pomegranites.
The pita from these nooks was enjoyed by all, even street cats.
The mediterranean was available.
As were visitors from all over the world.
I learnt about zatar, which can be both yummy and pretty.
Armenians have a neighbourhood there, but they still have their own country next to Azerbaijan.
And menorahs are plentiful, but not to be had for a bargain.
Jesus was there.
As was the Western wall, where proper head wear is required.
