Walking through Jerusalem's Jaffa Gate, built in 1538, is like passing between two worlds.
Leaving the Old City and returning suddenly to the new city is like a little culture shock for me, every time.
You never know what you'll find in the thick walls of the gate itself.
A harpist in white, perhaps?
A thin place despite thick walls.
The girl's soft music was heavenly.
King David is recognized as a prophet by Islam and one of the Arabic names for this portal is Bab Mihrab Daud, Gate of the Prayer Niche of David.
David was fond of the harp, strumming as he sang his psalms.
I hope he looked down and enjoyed seeing this young harpist following in his footsteps.
(Linking to Whimsical Windows, Delirious Doors.)