Beautiful Clothes

• Opposite the park next to the first Knesset building, you can see the display windows of little shops that sell beautiful, imaginative, original women’s clothing. Many items.are by Isreali designers not yet widely known. The shops do alterations. One or two will make pieces to order.
• Yes, those prices are shekels not dollars.
• On the way back, ask to be let off at "HaMashbir" and cross the streets.
• To orient yourself see http://jerusalemblog.blogspot.com/2006/05/water-on-jerusalem-day.html and http://jerusalemblog.blogspot.com/2006/09/4-on-king-george.html

Copyright 2006 Jane S. Fox

4 on King George

• Along King George (http://jerusalemblog.blogspot.com/2006/09/george-v.html ) on the left is the building of the JNF ( http://www.jnf.org/site/PageServer?pagename=history Karen Kayemet LeYisrael), which bought land for Jewish settlement and for forestation. In the same complex are the Jewish Agency and the UJA. Farther along is the building that housed the Knesset (parliament) from 1948 until 1966 (http://www.knesset.gov.il/main/eng/home.asp ). The slightly abstract horse scupture replaced the menorah that moved with the Knesset. (The public restrooms in the adjacent park are well-maintained.)
• Before the old Knesset building, on the right side ofthe street, is the top of Gahn Ahtsma’oot (Independence Park) is a kiosk selling men's and women’s hats and sun glasses. He did a good business untill they moved the bus stop to thecorner of ben Yehuda [17Jan07: The kiosk is gone. Last I noticed, it was selling wonderful capes and pochos, as well as hats and umbrellas. Today there was no trace of it.]
• King George crosses ben Yehuda(http://www.jafi.org.il/education/100/people/bios/beliezer.html). one block above the ben Yehuda midrahov (described in every guidebook) and curves to parallel The Midrehove (you can read about it in any guide book; in Jerusalem "The" midrahov always means ben Yehuda) down the hill to Yafo (the ancient route to the port of Jaffa).
• If you are on a 4 aleph, some passengers will continue on to the Hebrew University campus or the Hadassah Hospital, both on Har HaTsofim (Mt Scopus - http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mount_Scopus ).
• This time boarding passengers are religious men in black, more colorfully dressed women with their hair covered, and two Arab women in hijab. Across Yafo the Jewish neighborhoods are all most entirely ultra religious until Ramat Exhkol, where the population is mixed, and HaGiv’a HaTsarfatit (French Hill, aka Givat Shapira), where is is largely secular.
• The bus stops outside the Bell Tower, which plays carillon music from time to time. A little way up the street, you can turn left into the ben Hillel promenade and continue to the more famous ben Yehuda promedade or turn left onto Yabetz ( http://jerusalemblog.blogspot.com/2006/06/yabetz.html ). If instead of turning on ben Hillel you cross the street and go up that pedestrian promenade, you will reach Agrippas on the way to the Mahaneh Yehuda market ( http://jerusalemblog.blogspot.com/2006/06/on-abundance.html ). Along this promenade are three or four stores selling colorful Indian clothes and scarves.
• For the continuation of the 4 route, see http://jerusalemblog.blogspot.com/2006/10/street-of-prophets.html and additional posts, through the early 20th century and up.

Copyright 2006 Jane S. Fox

4 to Terra Sancta

• The 4 turns on to David HaMelekh at the Liberty Bell Park. In this lovely green area (with a replica of Philadelphia's Liberty Bell http://www.ushistory.org/libertybell/ ) optimists have for years been running programs to bring Jewish, Christian, and Muslim children together for theater projects.
• At Keren HaYesod, the 4 leaves David HaMelekh for the climb to Terra Sancta (http://jerusalemblog.blogspot.com/2006/09/walking.html ). There the street name changes to King George V ( http://jerusalemblog.blogspot.com/2006/09/4-0n-king-george.html and http://jerusalemblog.blogspot.com/2006/09/george-v.html ) . I'm told that the municipality wanted to change the king from George V to David, but the name was too much a part of the city's fabric.
• This is the neighborhoodof 19th and 20th century writers. Along Keren HaYesod, the streets on the left are named after the Yiddish writer Shalom Aleichem ( http://jerusalemblog.blogspot.com/2006/07/not-jaywalking.html ); the Yiddish and Hebrew writer Mendele Mocher Sfarim (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mendele_Moykher_Sforim); and the Hebrew writers Nahum Sokolov (http://xml.education.yahoo.com/reference/encyclopedia/entry/Sokolow ), Ahad HaAm ( http://www.britannica.com/eb/article-9004112/Ahad-Haam) , and Smolenskin (http://www.jewishencyclopedia.com/view.jsp?artid=863&letter=S ).
• On the right, after the Hebrew writer Mapu come Washington and Lincoln (pronounced Lincolen), included for their contributions to freedom. They encircle the YMCA, which is on David HaMelikh opposite the King David Hotel, a beautiful place of historical interest which serves the best breakfast I've had -- and in Israel, where hotel breakfasts are fantastic, that is praise indeed.
• If you get off the bus here, down Sokolow you'll find a lovely chain of parks leading alomost to Jabotinsky. Along Lincoln you return to literature with a street named for George Eliot (http://www.victorianweb.org/authors/eliot/eliotov.html) and, if you stray onto Hermann Hesse (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hermann_Hesse), one named for the inventor of Esperanto http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/L._L._Zamenhof .
• http://jerusalemblog.blogspot.com/2006/09/bus-4-names.html http://jerusalemblog.blogspot.com/2006/09/number-4-bus.html http://jerusalemblog.blogspot.com/2006/10/street-of-prophets.html

Copyright 2006 Jane S. Fox

Pump

• Watch the map for street names. Soon after the 4 turns left on Emek Refaim, where the last bit of HaMagid (closed to vehivles and considered beneath the mapmakers’ notice) opposite Wedgewood, you can see (on the left) a pump above a rainwater cistern – now of historical interest only. If you miss it in this direction, you can see it on the right on your way back.
• See also http://jerusalemblog.blogspot.com/2006/08/cistern.html Walking through the various neighborhoods of Nakhalaot, I see many "well heads" (leading not to ground-water wells but to rain-water cisterns) but no pumps. Scrap metal is valuable.

Copyright 2006 Jane S. Fox

Bus 4 names

• On the 4 ( http://jerusalemblog.blogspot.com/2006/09/number-4-bus.html ) from Paht to Emek Refaim, street names are from the Bible (Yoshua ben Noon, Ruth , Rachel Imenu, Hizkiyaho HaMelekh) or the Talmud. Along Emek Refaim you see reminders of the British Mandate -- Josiah Wedgewood ( http://jerusalemblog.blogspot.com/2006/09/pump.html ) , Wydham Deedes, and Lloyd George.

Copyright 2006 Jane S. Fox

Number 4 Bus

• If the number 4 bus pulls into the railway station’s lot (http://jerusalemblog.blogspot.com/2006/07/trains.html ) before the 24 (which takes a slightly more direct route, straight through the Katamonim, then through upscale old Katamon, along the bottom of Rechavia), I take that.
• It pulls out and stops opposite the mall (kahnyohn) before heading up to Paht (http://jerusalemblog.blogspot.com/2006/06/gazelles.html ) and the Katamonim (http://jerusalemblog.blogspot.com/2006/06/katamonim.html ) loop. Even in the poorer neighborhoods, cars line the streets, but there are nowhere near as many parking places as there are apartments. (Apartments in the luxurious monster towers http://jerusalemblog.blogspot.com/2006/09/destination.html come with three parking spaces each.) The language is almost all Hebrew, Moroccan-accented from the mouths of older passenger. A few newer immigrants mix in, Russian blonds and Dark Ethiopians. Thow or three women have heatures that indicate they come from east Asia or the Pacific, but they are quiet. At the High School near the high point of ben Zakkai, students get off. Others get on.
• At the bottom of Rabban Yohanan ben Zakkai (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yohanan_ben_Zakkai ), the 4 turns on Elazar HaModai (http://www.pardes.org.il/online_learning/weekly-talmud/2006-07-30), skirting the Greek Colony. The Greek and German Colonies are named for the Christian religious groups that first settled there at the end of the 19th century. People who own apartments there now are prosperous, but some leave the family car in its parking place and take the bus to work.
• The area is also popular with students, and young singles. Here women in their 20s board the bus with bare midriffs. Those in shorts speak American English to young men in shorts and Hebrew t-shirts. (Israelis like the wording on their t-shirts in English.) On the left, I see one of the first park-boulder sculptures (http://jerusalemblog.blogspot.com/2006/07/fantastic-animals.html ). At the traffic circle, the bus turns right onto Hizkiyaho HaMelekh and quickly onto Rachel Imenu, named for the Matriarch, a straight and shady street that ends opposite the Christian cemetery on Emek Refaim (http://jerusalemblog.blogspot.com/2006/07/emek-refaim.html ).
• Continue at http://jerusalemblog.blogspot.com/2006/09/bus-4-names.html and http://jerusalemblog.blogspot.com/2006/09/pump.html then http://jerusalemblog.blogspot.com/2006/09/4-to-terra-sancta.html http://jerusalemblog.blogspot.com/2006/10/4-on-king-george.html http://jerusalemblog.blogspot.com/2006/09/beautiful-clothes.html http://jerusalemblog.blogspot.com/2006/10/street-of-prophets.html http://jerusalemblog.blogspot.com/2006/10/back-in-time.html http://jerusalemblog.blogspot.com/2006/10/4-to-top.html

Copyright 2006 Jane S. Fox

Ptilia

• Women as young as 65 wax nostalgic over cooking and baking on a p'tilia. Sure they switched to gas as soon as they could afford four burners on the countertop -- some time in the 1960s, -- but the way they remember it, food tasted better then, and cakes, baked in a seer peleh (wonder pot), were more tender.
• A wonder pot was like an angel-food cake pan with a lid and space between the tube and the top. Around the lid were ventilation holes. The cook put the wonder pot over a flame so the air in the tube got hot, rose, passed over the food, and out the holes. A set of four gas burners (run on balloons of naturnal gas) came with one burner exactly right for a seer peleh. Even people who could afford gas burners generally could not afford an oven.
• A p'tilia is like a largish camping stove, except that it runs on kerosene instead of gas. Today on Agrippas Street and in the shouk itself (http://jerusalemblog.blogspot.com/2006/06/shesek.html ) the tastiest food awaits you in pots set on p'tiliot.
• Coming into Mahaneh Yehuda from Agrippas, you'll see the pots of an Iraqi restaurant. Ask what's in each. On the next to last coss-street on your right you'll find the tempting kettles of a tiny Persian restaurant. Both have signs in Hebrew only, but you cannot miss them. Don't.

Copyright 2006 Jane S. Fox

Destination

• The sidewalk and an older roadway hug the hillside, as if wheat were planted on the valley floor. The only other pedestrians have climbed down from the buildings between Hertzog and David Shimoni (a very long street named for a poet http://www.jewishvirtuallibrary.org/jsource/biography/shimoni.html ) to parked cars or bus stop.
• My way stays secluded beyond the YMHA (folk dancing twice a week, Hebrew classes, and other activities) almost to Paht (http://jerusalemblog.blogspot.com/2006/06/gazelles.html ) where competing restaurants serve some of the best felafel and salads in Jerusalem. The best salads (finely chopped tomato and cucumber dressed with lemon juice and olive oil, thinly sliced fried eggplant, hot pickles, tehina, pickled carots ...) are at felafel stands and where they cook on p’telia (about which more later). From here down to the mall there will be no food or drink – but it’s only ten minutes. Walking on an abandoned strip of road, I skirt Katamon Het and Katamon Tet (http://jerusalemblog.blogspot.com/2006/06/katamonim.html ), then bear left on a short stretch of a road named for the Beitar sports league.
• For some time now the view has been dominated by Jerusalem’s most controversial residential building. I assume that the architect, and those who’ve bought apartments in it, like it. Everyone else I’ve talked to says, "hideousl." Tower after tower juts above the ridge line, hiding dark green groves and defying all the neighborhoods that modestly hug the hills. In winter cold wind rushes below the extra rooms connecting the tower tops. Do these have glass floors? Holyland Towers sticks out like the Elvis statue at Neveh Ilan.
• Look away to the soccer stadium, Istadion Teddy (http://www.blogger.com/(http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Teddy_Kollek_Football_Stadium ). A side path zigzags down through a landscaped garden.
• Across the street is the mall (http://www.virtualtourist.com/travel/Middle_East/Israel/Jerusalem_District/Jerusalem-1708549/Shopping-Jerusalem-Kenion_Shopping_Mall-BR-1.html ). Beyond is the green-glass technology park, where the British Council now has hits library ( see the beginning of http://jerusalemblog.blogspot.com/2006/09/walking.html ). Farther down, the train station (http://jerusalemblog.blogspot.com/2006/07/trains.html ), and even farther the Biblical Zoo (http://www.blogger.com/(http://www.jerusalemzoo.org.il/english/upload/ ), then more Judean Hills. But I have arrived at my destination. By now the sun is hot, and I cross at the light to welcome air conditioning.

Copyright 2006 Jane S. Fox

On down

• At the trafiic light, Binyamin Mitudela comes in from the right and continues as HaAhri (http://www.blogger.com/(http://israelvr.net/kever_ha-ari/) to the left, up to the Museum of Islamic Art (a gem). I cross Aza and continue down the hill.
• The hatshop on the southeast corner has a huge inventory. The following is not stereotyping (bad) but cultural sensitivity: The women who look best in hats, and tout ensemble, are the French. Perhaps it's posture. Why are French mothers better than American at instilling graceful carriage?
• On the southwest the barstools of an alcohol-selling snackbar offer sidewalk perches. Beyond is a health food store, then hardware, a laundry, and Café Atara, moved from its historic place on ben Yehuda, but still good.
• A little way after the Coffee Shop is a small park, its bomb shelter now the headquarters of the Neighborhood Watch. The number 31 bus to the mall stops here, but I am not tired, the sun is not hot, and it is not raining. I drink from my water bottle. A taxi beeps the offer of a ride ( http://jerusalemblog.blogspot.com/2006/06/taxis.html ), but I like the feel of the sun on my calves, browning my feet around the sandal straps. Past the steps to Hatibonim St (across the street is one of the few byways not on the map: steps up to Harlap), across ben Saruk http://www.jewishvirtuallibrary.org/jsource/biography/Saruk.html i walk down, muscles tightening against gravity. Here the view opens of the hill (across the valley) where the apartments of Nayot march up to Neve Granot with the Israel Museum above them all.
• Across the street are an art-supply shop, three hairdressers, (one where Rav Berlin splits off), another small cafe and one of the small groceries that make city living a joy. (The last two are on the very first bit of Rav Berlin).
• To my right, hugging the hillside, two schools cooperate: the elementary- school branch of Evelina (de Rothschild), is a (national/public) religious school for girls; Paula (ben Gurion) is a (national/public) secular coed elementary school. Volunteers from both schools and the neighborhood get together each week to clean up trash.
• Beyond two shaded benches, I turn onto a path down through the small park and into the pedestrian tunnel under Hazaz. We volunteers have cleaned this up more than once.
• A man and a woman on bicycles ride right into the "Valley of the Cross," but I continue parallel to busy day and night Herzog (I think http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yitzhak_HaLevi_Herzog is the one the street is named after) through the olive trees to Yevin St., quiet, shady, hidden, and almost mysterious. Three men and two women jog towards me, talking, but not on cellphones.
• On the right, the Scouts building and after that one for the religious youth group Bnai Akiva. In Israel, Bnai Akiva groups are usually segregated by gender. Scouts are coed – which practice international Boy Scout and Girl Scout organizations found questionable. I understand they eventually made their peace with the integration.
• An expanse of lawn opens up. Here is an excercise stop for joggers: a slant board, chinning bars. At the far end, imaginative play equipment and a drinking fountain. At the unnamed sculpture I cross to the east side of Hertzog, where there is a short line of retail shops, including a bakery with a cafe. I’m about a third of the way to the mall.
• For the rest of the walk see http://jerusalemblog.blogspot.com/2006/10/destination.html and http://jerusalemblog.blogspot.com/2006/09/walking.html

Copyright 2006 Jane S. Fox

Walking

• I have an hour. The air sparkles, cool and bright. I’ll walk from the top of the hill, down, down to the mall (http://jerusalemblog.blogspot.com/2006/09/driving-distracts.html ).
• Above the top of Derekh Aza , where ben Maimon (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maimonides) St. feeds into Agron (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gershon_Agron), is the Terra Santa building. After the Mt. Scopus campus became inaccessible, the Hebrew University held classes here. Here also were the British Council Library amd offices of Magnes Press. Now all have moved out; the huge building is refurbished and dedicated once more to the purposes of the Franciscans, who own it. For the first time, after years of walking on one side of the building or another, I notice the statue on the roof.
• Keeping it on my left, I walk down past the Prime Minister’s Office’s sentry box. If no self-important politicians or foreign visitors are scheduled to drive in or out, you can walk on Balfour (http://www.yale.edu/lawweb/avalon/mideast/balfour.htm ) St.
• Across the street, ben Maimon veers right. With a slight zig, I continue on Derekh Aza, along an ancient route to the sea. Between the two streets is a restaurant's a table-filled triangular patio. Below that is a hole-in-the-wall pizza place where they squeeze fresh fruit for juice.
• A little farther down I once saw two mounted police, exercising or training their horses ( http://jerusalemblog.blogspot.com/2006/06/two-horses.html ). But only once.
• Past the electrical supply shop (open at odd hours) and a dark shop selling candy, wine, soft drinks, and liquor is a florist that sells Brenner’s magnificent chocolates. You can also buy these near the top of the escalator at the mall.
• At right angles to the sidewalk, a dressmaker’s display case shows a witty shirt. Opposite that one dressmaker's form wears a beautifully draped jersey dress and another a top and skirt. The shop (Meshi, but the sign is in Hebrew only) is set far back from the street at the end of a narrow walk. I have never gotten up the nerve to go in. Just beyond is a tailor.
• A tiny restaurant on the corner of Radak (http://www.ou.org/about/judaism/rabbis/radak.html) St. offers sahndveetch tuneesayit (but only when the owner's grandmother pickles lemons). A Tunisian sandwich contains boiled potato, tuna, hard-boiled egg, spicy red sauce (harissa), and other ingredients (http://www.balagan.org.uk/food/tunisian_sandwich.html ). I’ve tried that at home and never come up with anything as good.
• Trees and shrubs spill from gardens over the stone walls that mark the sidewalk’s inner edge. The facets of the limestone facing (each building has a different style) and the subtle color variations break the monotony of the three and four-story structures (http://jerusalemblog.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-jerusalem-neighborhood.html ).
• To the right and to the left I notice two buildings where curves add interest. It is as if a tower climbs, embedded, up the side, but stops at the roof line.
• Cafes and sports bars are on both sides of the street. (See the end of http://jerusalemblog.blogspot.com/2006/06/performing-arts-in-jerusalem.html ) In the evening this stretch is almost as lively as Emek Refaim ( http://jerusalemblog.blogspot.com/2006/07/emek-refaim.html ).
• The fruit stand on the left is said to have the most expensive fruit in Jerusalem. People from the American Midwest don’t think it’s expensive.
• A bookstore across the street puts out bins of used books in several languages.
• I stop at the traffic light. In four minutes I’ve also passed three hairdressers, a copy and print shop, a pen shop, two banks, a convenience store that sells home-style takeout, a waffle shop, a pharmacy, another convenience store with a video automat, a real estate agent, a travel agent, and Lekhem Tooshia (http://jerusalemblog.blogspot.com/2006/09/shifon.html ), which, in addition to bread and cake, sells good, if idiosyncratic, bouraykas.
• On the sidewalks are women pushing baby carriages, an old man with a walker, middle-aged women in sequined cotton-blend shirts and slacks, here a young woman with arms bare to the shoulder blades and her midsection taking in the sun, there a girl her age in long sleeves and a denim skirt almost to the ground -- only their long straight hair is the same (http://jerusalemblog.blogspot.com/2006/08/comfort-relativity.html ), a middle-aged woman in hijab, men in short-sleeved shirts, others in black suits and black hats, at least one third of all of them talking on cell phones -- I count six languages in three blocks.
• The neighborhood is proud and clean. Signs on the garbage cans (http://jerusalemblog.blogspot.com/2006/06/frogs.html ) say the days of the week when they are emptied. Any trash that falls outside them is quickly tidied. In every block there is a bench or two. (In contrast see http://jerusalemblog.blogspot.com/2006/07/love-and-darkness.html
• I am one twelfth of the way.

Copyright 2006 Jane S. Fox

Driving Distracts

• Driving distract from seeing.
• The next few entries describe an hour-long walk from the top of Derekh Aza down, down to the Malkha Mall. Along the way (except for the last 10 minutes) are bus stops, restaurants, bakeries, cafes, small shops selling soft drinks, and some of the best felafel in Jerusalem. Still, I wouldn't try it during the heat of the hottest days.
• After that, descriptions of a bus ride back up, and across, and up some more. Watch people in one direction and buildings in the other. Two dollars and fifty cents (for the round trip) gets you a survey of ethnic groups and 150 years of architecture, with a millenium and more off in the middle distance.
• For walking or bus riding, the complete Carta street map is very helpful. It gives almost every street name and keeps you oriented (if you paid attention in the third grade to the use of maps) as the bus loops and zigzags or you lose track, on a cloudy day, of which way is east.
• http://jerusalemblog.blogspot.com/2006/09/walking.html starts you on one walking tour. http://jerusalemblog.blogspot.com/2006/09/number-4-bus.html starts you on one bus tour. For both, follow the internal links.

Coyright 2006 Jane S. Fox

Baby Stroller

• After passengers get off, the bus driver closes the back door, only to open it again when told a woman needs to get a baby carriage on. The young mother wrestles with the stroller. A grey-haired man reaches down for the front axle, helps lift it up, then walks back to the second section of the articulated bus.
• The mother maneuvers the stroller into the wide area opposite the back doors, and the driver closes them. The mother sets the brake and makes her way through the standees to pay while the bus rolls into traffic. "She has more faith in a stroller brake than I do," I think, but an older woman, who has been on the bus for several stops, has her hand on the handle.
• Baby is safe
• See also http://jerusalemblog.blogspot.com/2006/06/gazelles.html and http://jerusalemblog.blogspot.com/2006/09/number-4-bus.html and http://jerusalemblog.blogspot.com/2006/07/bus-station.html

Copyright 2006 Jane S. Fox

Shifon

• "Lekhem chiffon," I thought when I first read the term, "must be light and fluffy." Had Wonder Bread snuck into Israel, where bread has always been delightful bites of reality?
• Nope. Shifon is rye. (See http://jerusalemblog.blogspot.com/2006/10/learning.html for correction. In unpointed text, p and f are indistinguishale in Hebrew, although I should have expected p after a short vowel. I thought I heard customers say shifon, but I suspectpect expectation altered perception.)
• The Lekhem Tushia bakery chain makes a 100% shifon that is dark, chewy, tasty, and satisfying. It defeats our bread knife. I buy it sliced. The 70% and 50% are heavy and brown, but nothing special. Don’t expect seeds.
• Lekhem Tushia also makes a decadently delicious chocolate mousse cake.
• Branches are on ben Yehuda between Histadrut and King George ( http://jerusalemblog.blogspot.com/2006/09/george-v.html ), on Azza ( http://jerusalemblog.blogspot.com/2006/06/two-horses.html ) near Binyamin MiTudela (http://jerusalemblog.blogspot.com/2006/06/lanes.html and http://jerusalemblog.blogspot.com/2006/06/view.html ), and elsewhere.
• On competely different, also excellent bread, see also http://jerusalemblog.blogspot.com/2006/08/bakery.html

Copyright 2006 Jane S. Fox

Navigating Street Names

• In Chicago a street runs for miles and miles without changing it names. It stops for a park and picks up on the other side, with the same name on street signs. Oh, Crawford was long ago changed to Pulaski within the city limits, but there are few examples like that. To anyone who has navigated Chicago, it is confusing to walk down Strauss and have it change to King George, which becomes Keren HaYesohd ten-minutes’ walk farther along (http://jerusalemblog.blogspot.com/2006/07/not-jaywalking.html and http://jerusalemblog.blogspot.com/2006/09/george-v.html ). Arlozoroff (http://www.blogger.com/(http://www.jafi.org.il/education/100/PEOPLE/BIOS/arloz.html ) of the 20th century becomes Ibn Gvirol (http://www.blogger.com/(http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Solomon_ibn_Gabirol) of the 11th -- the poet is at home among other writers of his era ( http://jerusalemblog.blogspot.com/2006/07/dunash-ben-labrat.html and http://jerusalemblog.blogspot.com/2006/06/view.html and http://jerusalemblog.blogspot.com/2006/06/jerusalem-street-poetry.html ), while the Zionist has Diskin and Ussishkin nearby.
• To Dubliners it is all quite natural.

Copyright 2006 Jane S. Fox

George V

• When General Allenby (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Edmund_Allenby,_1st_Viscount_Allenby ) rolled into Jerusalem, taking the city from the Ottoman Turks, George V was King of England (and much else and Emperor of India and so on).
• The City named a street after the British king. (For location, see http://www2.emap.co.il/eng_index.asp )
• Princess Mary got the honor of another street, but that name was later changed to Shlomtzion HaMalka, leaving behind a British royal, about whom almost no one knew anything, for a Jewish royal, about whom almost no one knows anything.
• See also http://jerusalemblog.blogspot.com/2006/07/not-jaywalking.html

COpyright 2006 Jane S. Fox