The almost-full moon rose over the Old City wall.
We walked here just a few hours ago, at 5:25 pm, in the magical light of not-day not-night.
At the base of the ramparts Arab boys were kicking a ball around on what's left of the green grass in Gan Habonim park.
I was happy for them because if they live inside the small Old City, there they have almost no grassy open spaces for soccer.
Jerusalem is so beautiful, day and night. Always.
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