Sightseeing Jerusalem
In the evening, Sunny fixes dinner for two in her room—cream cheese, raw eggs, apples and bananas sweetened with some sugar. Good, simple home cooking!
Saturday. This is the Jewish Sabbath. Sunny and I walk through Mea Shearim, a subdivision of the New City, where the residents wear Orthodox garb: the men in black robes, white shawls and large fur doughnut hats. No automobiles are allowed in Mea Shearim during the hours of the Sabbath. An old gentleman standing at the barricade that keeps cars out shouts: “Sabbath!” at the passing infidel motorists.
We stroll through other neighborhoods in the New City. This part of Jerusalem looks a lot like a Midwestern American town. We continue through the old city and out into the desert—a long, hot walk to the Garden of Gethsemane.
I am expecting an Agony to strike in the Garden and sure enough, a sparrow is dying in front of the Russian Orthodox Church that is built on the traditional spot where Jesus prayed for the cup to pass without being drained to the last drop
We want to enter the church and a female attendant hands Sunny a shapeless smock to wear, which will cover her exposed knees. (She is wearing practical and not sexy shorts in this horrible heat.) Sunny conforms to the rule though it makes her fume: “Typical male chauvinist sexist tradition!”
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