Every shuk has entrances and exits, some more open and inviting, some more secret. This entrance to the shuk in Nazareth has a strangely medieval air to me. Even with the electric cables, cars, and plastic objects, not to mention the evenly-cobblestoned street, I can still imagine men in long robes and women with their faces veiled strolling through.
These aluminum cooking pots and the primus cooker made me think of delicious Middle-Eastern home cooking. Women create mouth-watering savory meals out of such simple equipment here.
Chamomile in damp bunches offered by a sidewalk vendor. He was a young man who just set up a few boxes of herbs and greens on the sidewalk.
Jerusalem sage for stuffing.
And, I’m sorry to say, za’atar. I say I’m sorry because I’m fairly sure this was gathered from the wild, where it’s a protected plant.
The vendor weighed out his produce on this little scale, right there on the ground.
We descended through the shuk.
These shoes might be worn by some Oriental princess…or not.
In any case, here is a cobbler to fix your shoes when the soles wear out.
The owner of a metalworks shop contemplating a knotty problem laid out on his table.
A subtle arched corridor leads to a sunny exit. The shuk was closing for the day
A small cemetery tucked away in the middle of the shuk.
And out again, coming up to this decorated door.
Sarah and I visited a coffee shop in the shuk too – another post. Meantime, enjoy these souvenirs.