This Old Man

We were at a party last night, talking about Jerusalem with a new friend who loves the city. “But you have to appreciate Jerusalem’s flaws, its brokenness. It’s like falling in love with an old man, and loving his baldness and its liver spots” she said. “The city is old and poor and doesn’t work right. For example, how many times have you been stranded in the middle of an intersection because the traffic lights are never synched?” Then she told a story of sitting outside at a brand-new, fancy cafe. It was all very swank until a woman leaned out of the apartment upstairs and hung out wet laundry. Drip, drip, drip went the clothes on all the hipsters.

I loved the story. I’m falling in love with the city. Laundry was hanging out above the Pools of Bethesda in the Old City today, too.

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About hilarymead

Taking two young kids, a great husband, and a whole lot of questions to Jerusalem for a year's sabbatical.
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