On Tuesday, I grabbed a few hours by myself to take photos around Jerusalem of places that hold specific memories of my time here three years ago. I found the place where I got my nose pierced, as well as a few of my favorite coffee shops.
I took the time to photograph a bunch of different cats, as well as visit the store where I used to buy string for crocheting kippot. Interestingly, as I sat with my Nikon, trying to capture an image of a stray kitten, a young man sat down next to me, curious about my camera and interested in sharing the many photos he'd taken on his cellphone.
We conversed for about an hour, both in Hebrew and English, about our photos, my family and his future plans to study homeopathic medicine. Though his English was not amazing, and my Hebrew was a bit rusty due to non-use in Boston, we still managed to carry on a highly intelligent conversation. To be honest with you, I was surprised that he got up to leave without asking for my number. Still, I'm excited to add a new memory to my list: the time I spent an hour chatting in Hebrish (Engbrew?) with a stranger.
Below are a few of my favorite photos of the day. To see the rest of the photos, and for some more detailed explanations, check out the flickr set.
