Visiting the Old City | Jerusalem | Travel Journal

The Old City. Jewish Quarter. Countless songs, prayers, dreams, and hopes are buried in its stones, engraved into its pillars, trodden on its streets. Jewish pilgrims journeyed here from around the world through the centuries, Jewish poets sang about its walls and ramparts, Jewish pioneers and warriors fought and liberated it. The holy city. Jerusalem. There is no place in the world like it. No place is even comparable. So much has happened here, so much is happening, and so much will continue to happen. It is holy. It is the eternal city.


The alleys of the Jewish quarter are speckled with Israeli flags, beautiful against the sandy colored stone. Blue and white, the colors of the Jewish prayer shawl. The fulfillment of millions of dreams and prayers.




“The wall was before us. I trembled-there it was as I had known it-immense, mighty in all its splendor…overcome I bowed my head in silence.”  General Uzi Narkiss, Head of Central Command during the Six Day War.