Fatoush hands

We wandered the Jewish quarter of the Old City yesterday afternoon but didn't see anything Jewish about it.

While walking around the area, we were stopped by a friendly grocery store owner who insisted that we take a brief tour of his friend's hotel (which was admittedly nice, but well outside of our price range) and then spend some time resting with him at his store. It was clear that he was interested in practicing his English and we were happy to talk for a few minutes. When he was done with his questions, he called up his sister who was also interested in practicing her English and had many more questions for us. In the corner of the store, his elderly mother was making the final preparations on some fatoush (using her hands to mix the ingredients) and then proceeded to dish it out to us. Turning down food or drink that is offered to you is very offensive here, but based on the conditions in the store and the method of preparation we were certain even a bite would keep us in the hotel for at least a few days. Instead of eating we offered to take some photos with my camera. Unfortunately, his mother wanted to hold M's camera with her fatoush-covered hands... Oy.