Ziggy Marley in Zion

On a warm but pleasant July night,

 Ziggy Marley, son of the late Reggae singer Bob Marley,

 defied those who called for him to boycott Israel

and performed with other musicians in Jerusalem’s Gan Sacher, Sacher Park.

The huge stage took days to build

and by concert time much of the park and its paths were closed to the public.

Security was tighter than usual at this event,

which made  jumping the fence to crash the concert a bad idea for these two fellows.

Inside were hundreds of mostly young music fans,

but the music could be heard outside the entrance, located on top of the hill,

at the other end of the park,

and by people all around the neighborhood until late that night.

There was plenty to drink,

while large screens projected

the performances to the crowd.

No chairs were in sight… but plenty of hair was.

Instead of the usual meal of a sandwich wrapped in plastic,

a grill was set up to feed the police on duty.

Meanwhile,

 Paul Simon was performing in Ramat Gan and got all the media attention.

On the way home I passed a really big crab making its way to the concert.

He or she must be a loyal Reggae fan, maybe a Rastafarian?

With so many Jerusalem cultural events how can you be crabby…

maybe if you live in the neighborhood and do not appreciate the music?

Summer in the Shuk

In the Machane Yehudah Market, The Shuk,

the piles of fresh garlic of spring,

have been replaced by the piles of summer fruit.

The old and narrow Jerusalem streets in the area are often crowded,

but on Monday nights in July, the crowds

have come for the Balabasta Cultural Festival.

As the sun sets the celebration begins.

Numerous musical performances,

live bands,

soloists

and groups,

 all performed in the alleyways and corners of The Shuk.

Games were available

and many performers entertained the crowds for free,

but this mime had a sign requesting a coin to start his dance moves.

Artists painted in many locations,

adding more color,

to the market event.

Well known for its fresh food,

there were actually some people who were in The Shuk to do their shopping.

If you could get close to the displays,

there were bargains.

The Balabasta Festival has grown from last year.

Five years ago The Shuk was empty, a scary and dark place at night,

now it is filled with people and roses.

Time for a Break

Too many things this week are too difficult to understand.

  20 Kassam rockets and mortar shells have landed in Israel from Gaza,

while Israel sent hundreds of trucks filled with tens of 1000’s of tons

 of goods and fuel into Gaza just this past week.

Activists from around the world fight to get to Jerusalem to protest,

while the world ignores that east Africa is starving.

The murder of Leiby Kletzky z”l in Brooklyn is impossible to comprehend,

as is strapping explosives to a child making her a walking bomb,

 as they did in Afghanistan.

When child safety is not a basic belief…it is too difficult to understand.

Time to take a break for something sweeter, perhaps an ice cream

or melon that is now in season.

Or sport,

as dozens of teams gathered in Kikar Safra, Safra Square, 

for a basketball derby.

A few young women wore colored team shirts

and possibly a future star could be found in the crowd.

Cyclists were out adding color to the streets.

From Kraft Stadium, 

a Woodstock revival filled the air with music and smoke.

 The Thursday night audience was colorful…

very colorful!

The heavy warm air of last week brought vivid colors

to the summer skies at sunset,

a perfect time to take a break and just enjoy the view.

After the dark of night…the colors at sunrise were again hard to describe.

From the darkness of last week to the light of another day…

 

 for the refuah shelamah of Tzuriya Kochevet Bat Sarah,

may the colors of sunrise be in your future for many years to come.