We bunch together, clearly foreign, clearly marked, in the Palestinian market where vendors sell loaves of intricately patterned bread and tee-shirts that say 'Jerusalem' in wild colors.
Sol has told us we'll do the Via Dolorosa and the Stations of the Cross today, and Rory is obviously trying to shut out the shopkeepers. He's brought out a rosary, and I know he's trying to capture some emotion that should go with this portion of the Holy Land tour.
But the shoppers are too boisterous.
