Photo by E. Nahmias |
Close Encounters - Nahlaot: Old mosaic
By Allan Rabinowitz
(February 3) -- A walking tour in the heart of Jerusalem rewards the urban tourist with historical riches --
Mahaneh Yehuda, the produce market in the heart of western Jerusalem, hemmed in between Jaffa Road to the north and Rehov Agrippas to the south, spills over with shouting and pushing, as music blares, trucks honk and workers load stall after stall with piles of beautiful fruits and vegetables from all over the country.
But cross Rehov Agrippas, go under its arches and into its alleys into the nearest square or courtyard, and you have entered a bubble of tranquillity. The noise of the city hovers around its edges, but this neighborhood, known popularly as Nahlaot, is like an urban village. Traffic is blocked from all but particular arteries traversing the neighborhood.
Upon the polished stone pathways, haredi boys rush to their yeshivot, or weave their bicycles around passersby carrying overflowing baskets from the market. Their sisters, in dresses buttoned down to the wrist and up to the throat, push the strollers of younger siblings. Old Sephardi women sweep out their immaculate, if tiny, courtyards, which are lined with lush gardens of flowers planted entirely in rusted olive cans.
An artist stops to sketch a lopsided arch within an arch. Artisans work away in their little nooks of workshops. A woman with wavy gray hair tosses scraps to the cats in a shrub-bordered square. Builders carry supplies for one of the numerous additions being squeezed atop an old narrow stone building, perhaps by a well-heeled American willing and able to buy quaintness and comfort.
They all rub shoulders here, in this patchwork mosaic of old Jerusalem neighborhoods built up from the mid-to-late 1800s and onwards.
In fact, Nahlaot comprises several neighborhoods, and each of the separate enclaves that have merged and melted into one complex of alleys, courtyards, arches and tiny parks had its own name and identity.