The following pictures are a summary of quite a few visits to the Western Wall. I learnt to see it (or the Jaffa Gate) as a central site from which to remember directions to all other – particularly from the Bazaars in the Old Town, where I was still getting lost on my last day!
When I first arrived at this very holy site, it looked like this:
I had to show the content of my bags before I was allowed through (free of charge, but then again – can people be charged for praying? Still, I never found it overcrowded, which, given its great importance, I found really surprising.)
Do you see the woman behind the desk, under the umbrella where you come down the stairs. She hands out, in a very unobtrusive and friendly manner, additional clothing items to women who need it, and once again, I got mine because my skirt didn`t cover the knees.
This beautiful fountain with cans is for washing your hands before and after prayer, and I`ve seen them in bathrooms, too. Not generally one for souvenir shopping, I did buy one for myself, which is now standing prettily on my window sill in the bathroom, holding flowers.
After I was, once again, in a very friendly way, directed to the correct section for women, I was finally there:
(The picture of the men was taken from the tunnel above, which is leading to the Temple Dome, btw)
I am not a very religious person and never leave notes where it is custom to do so, however, it felt almost overwhelmingly special to be here – I can`t exactly explain why, but it might have something to do with this place being so widely associated with Jerusalem, and me wanting to come here for so long, and now, I was finally here, proudly taking a selfie: