A timeless place, full of stairs and rusty balconies and white shirts hanging on a line... Old Chassidic men disappearing round the corner before I get a chance to draw them properly.
Sitting in a narrow street, people watching us curiously... girls with braids shyly peer over our shoulders. Women hurrying about.
Sitting by the shuk (market), close to a smelly fish shop... He should have paid us for all the customers we attracted for him!