From Davidka to the Shuk (Jerusalem, Part I)

Today, Shlomo and I went to Katamon, for a doctor visit for me. Since we don’t have a car, Katamon is pretty annoying to get to. We stick with this clinic, though, because they are into preventive medicine – something that hasn’t yet caught hold fully in Israel. (We’re getting there, slowly.)

Since I we prefer to be able to go to the doctor just for a checkup, and Israelis don’t seem to have patience for that, we go to a clinic that works with American doctors. It goes against our philosophy and lifestyle to do anything specifically “the American way”, but health is health. Don’t get me wrong – Israelis, and Israeli doctors, are terrific. But, not always do they have patience for routine checkups. It’s more of a problem-solving way of looking at things, instead of problem-preventing. Which is good for some people, but not so good for obsessive worrywarts like us.

Anyways, we (i.e., Shlomo and I) got out of the house late enough that I wasn’t sure we’d make it on time. And, long story short, we didn’t. But, they took me anyways, and I only had to wait fifteen minutes. On the way back, I started taking pictures (which means that yes, these pictures are from my camera).

This is Kikar HaDavidka (Davidka Square), close to the city “center”. In it, you can see a security guard drinking coffee, a sign for the police station, and two women – one Muslim, one Jewish, talking to each other. They are at a “train stop”, waiting for the light rail train. You can also see, in the windows of one store, red writing covered by black graffiti. I have to say, I have never, ever been able to read the words. On the rare occasions when the window is clean, I was always on a bus passing it too quickly. (Yes, there used to be buses here, instead of trains. That was back in the good old days.) But, someone always makes sure to re-scribble it immediately. Once, I saw a hand sticking out, cleaning the window. It looked pretty funny.

Further down at the same stop (there are two shelters per stop [the shelters are pretty but useless; why do those words go together so often?] ).

And the train comes (going my way, not theirs).

I took the train one stop, to the shuk (marketplace). It was lazy, I know, but I had a bus transfer, and during that time of day, the stroller is free, so why walk any more than I have to? (Understand: I’m not anti-exercise. BUT, I was walking with a stroller, and I had already walked for about twenty minutes pushing a stroller, up and down hills, on an empty stomach. So, I will walk some more later.)

These people are getting onto the train that I just got off of.

The other side of the train stop at the shuk.

We live in a country of constant renovations (and construction). This store, at a diagonal from the shuk, for years, was a cheap clothing and blanket/slippers/etc. store. Last year, it closed. It was renovated (and, I assume, sold), and turned into a steak and fish restaurant. Now, it is again a cheap clothing etc. store – with the interior design of a fancy restaurant. This is normal – if you don’t absolutely have to renovate, then you leave it as is. Don’t you wonder what the story is, and who owns it now?