
We pause and pray for the peace of Jerusalem. Some of us make it up the Mount to see the site, but two-thirds of us are turned away by our guides who realise that the queue is by now at least an hour long, jeopardising the entire day's programme.
We sit, uncomfortably hot in the sun, waiting for the coaches to rescue us and take us to the Pool of Bethesda. Brian, our artist-in-residence, redeems the moment with a sketch.
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