After we got off the train, we met up with Yitzchak for a few minutes, before he headed back to where he’s studying, and we headed home. There are many places to switch from a bus to a train, but because Yitzchak had to give me something, I chose to switch at the shuk (marketplace). It’s not the easiest place to switch, or the best bus stop, but it works, and it has the advantage of being an earlier stop – which means that I’m more likely to find a seat. Even if I didn’t get a seat right away, the bus stops just above the Central Bus Station and lets everyone off, before going on to its “official” stop a bit lower down, to pick people up. That two-minute break usually allows the quickest passengers to find seats before everyone else gets on.
So, we walked through (or cut through, if you like) the shuk on our way to the bus stop. I pass through here a lot, but this was the first time that I actually slowed down, or stopped at all, when I wasn’t actively buying something.
This part of the shuk, or as Yitzchak calls it, “The Fake Shuk” is uncovered. It is the widest street in the shuk, and has streets leading off into pretty much every other part of the shuk. Yitzchak calls this part the “fake shuk” because the stores here tend to be, as a whole, fancier [and sometimes more expensive] than those in the other part. Also, Yitzchak defines shuk as, “A bunch of people competing and yelling at each other from their little holes in the wall.” This street doesn’t exactly fit that description. Well, it almost does, but not quite. (Now he has changed his definition slightly, but I don’t have patience for the new, fancy one.)
When we turned into the “fake shuk”, apparently, there were a few deliveries that had just been made. This one is for the olive store that you see on the right. (Again, all these pictures are mine.)
As I walked along, I snapped pictures with one hand, while pushing the stroller with the other. In this picture, I wanted to capture the people on the ground, along with the lights, wires, flag, and balcony colors.
A fruit shop (and the first turn into the main shuk) . . .
. . . and a cold cuts/ canned goods shop. Notice the wares hanging from a bar near the ceiling.
The entrance to the Iraqi shuk, off of the “fake shuk”. Notice that it has a kind of plastic ceiling.
A housewares store. This used to be my favorite store – it sold all kinds of useful stuff, cheaply, and then it changed hands. It’s still a pretty good store, though. Again, not the items hanging from the ceiling.
The first turn into the main shuk.
A [hippy] musician, and a soldier with his daughter.
And with this, I will end off for the day. We haven’t finished walking down to the bus stop yet, and are still passing through the shuk, but there are a lot of pictures.