During Sukkot, we wandered through Jerusalem’s Old City, looking for the  Elia Photo-Service,  a shop famed for  dated local scenes developed-on-glass.  Alas, it being Sunday,  most of the Christian Quarter was closed– especially the shops owned by Armenians who   are very observant.

The Jewish Quarter was bursting with Jews arriving, as of old, for the harvest  festival of Sukkot.  Thousands, secular  and religious alike thronged  the Western Wall Plaza  and   its narrow streets.  Along  with shaking lulavs–estrogs in hand–bagels and lox, ice-cream,  pizza were the order of the day….

Like many  Old City residents, we escaped the crowds by climbing  to  the roofs.

There we found domed buildings (used for what?)  and  series of slats   that offer  peeks into the Arab Market, redolent with spices, below. Since the City is so small and crowded, these  roofs  also host homes,  mosques, and yeshivas, side-by-side. As the church-bells chimed and the muezzins called the faithful to prayer, we  caught sight of some Jewish children, sporting   holiday finery,   horsing around.