Aftermath: Jerusalem's Shuk

I went to the Shuk twice while I was in Jerusalem. I bought fruits and veggies there to survive the Jewish fasting period known as Yom Kippur (pronounced YOOM KEEPER, kinda, if you're Australian and have been drinking), as well as homemade Israeli tahina (sesame seed paste) to take home to make rad hummus with. Said tahina is already halfway gone, and I have a new affinity for making hummus, or rather HOUMUS (pronounced cHOO-MOOSE, if you're American and trying to impress your Israeli waitress...after you've been drinking). The Shuk rocks. I dont know why anyone would ever go to a grocery store when you can buy everything you need there, plus get free samples of fresh tahina and halva and have old Jewish ladies bump into you with their bags full of figs.

One the ever of Yoom Keeper, my friend Aleks was stopped by an Orthodox Jew in the middle of the Shuk, and the guy offered him his traditional Torah prayer box arm & head wraps. It's tradition to chant a prayer in Hebrew on the high holiday days wearing the torah on your arm (let the word work through your hands) and on your brain (let the word be in your mind). Some such thing. It was cool, because the ultra-Orthodox Jew noticed and offered to help the non-ultra Orthodox Jew in street clothes with an uber American Christian looking chick honor the high holy days. Judaism is LEGIT. It is my firm belief that Jews define religion at its finest. Enjoy and l'chaim.

Entrance:

Jesus multiplied this bread himself:

I snapped this pic to point out to my mother that normal people come here!! LOOK AT THAT LADY, MOM:

Just people getting ignored by breadmakers:

FIGS!!!!!!!!

DONT KNOW WHAT THIS IS. ATE IT ANYWAY (story of my life?):

RELIGION IS COOL: