| | Driving from Tel Aviv to jerusalem | |
| | | It's not easy to tell old from new here | |
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| | All buildings must be of stone | |
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| | | A charming little street on a hill | |
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| | | where a lovely quiet neighbourhood exists | |
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| | with many old and some new buildings | |
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| | winding past charming houses | |
| | | and old walls.... could this be the French countryside? | |
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| | | Hills and trees define Jerusalem. View across to the Russian Monastery | |
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| | Barabara and Danit walking through the winding streets | |
| | | ...past lemons and cactii | |
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| | This scraggly-tailed cat seemed to be the quardian of the gate | |
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| | The cats seemed to be wondering who we were | |
| | | This is where Barabara stayed for two weeks painting the views | |
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| | After a little discussion... | |
| | | ...into the monastery we go | |
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| | Beautiful gardens awaited us. It was so peaceful... | |
| | | we were full of ahhh's and oooh's | |
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| | The practice here is contemplation... | |
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| | The pathways led everywhere.... | |
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| | | ...and into a cemetary. A cross with Hebrew writing | |
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| | A peaceful place for a long rest | |
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| | | The monastery where rooms are available by the night or week | |
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| | This is where Barbara stayed. We went in but were quickly ushered out | |
| | | View to the valley and hill on the other side | |
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| | | we took a walk in the forest | |
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| | Signs to the Youth Hostel and Russian Monastery | |
| | | Thanks Barbara for showing us around | |
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| | Driving back through Jerusalem | |
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| | My cousin Wayne, and his wife and daughter, came to join us for a... | |
| | | ...farewell dinner In Tel Aviv's Persian neighborhood. Bon Voyage! | |
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