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<\/a><\/p>\r\n\u00a0When I arrived at the market, a young man smiled and said: "Take a picture, and maybe I'll tell you who I am." The slightest thought didn't even cross my mind as I took the picture, and I didn't even guess for a moment who the man was. He smiled a charming smile, the friend next to him checked that the picture was taken well - and then, as I was walking away, he said: "Do you know who I am? I'm the husband of Limor Stern, the journalist.".<\/p>\r\n
<\/a><\/p>\r\n\u00a0He is connected everywhere. His name is Itzik. The one who walked next to him tried to evade the camera, the publicity didn't suit him. "Publicize Itzik, he's a good guy. I don't need it," he said, calling on his daughter to join him, and not lag behind.<\/p>\r\n<\/a><\/p>\r\n\u00a0\""Sweet grapes, delicious honey," the seller shouts. "You can taste it," he continues to announce. The customers multiply, come closer, taste and buy. "What's so special about grapes?" I ask him - and the seller is angry in his voice: "What do you understand? These are grapes that if the spies in the time of Moses had tasted, they wouldn't have returned to the desert.".<\/p>\r\n<\/a><\/p>\r\n\u00a0Among all the people and the crowd of the market, I recognize a tiny boy trying to escape my gaze. It took me a second to remember that I had already photographed him before with his father, Israel Falch from Bush Bagel. The chase between me and him ended in the victory of a special, smiling photo.<\/p>\r\n<\/a><\/p>\r\n\u00a0David Deitch, the son of Governor Shmulik Deitch, who plays the instrument like one of the greats, is known as the one who organizes and performs the largest Komzitz evenings in the yeshiva world. He arrived at the market to complete his Shabbat shopping. He was joined behind by his brother Moishe Deitch, who started studying at a new yeshiva this week. They hurried to finish their shopping. When they saw me, they said to each other: "Oh, now he's going to take pictures of us doing the market.".<\/p>\r\n<\/a><\/p>\r\n\u00a0With his special smile, David arrived at the market. He sells glasses at 280 Givat Shaul. When he saw me, he remembered that I had responded to him on Facebook about a picture of glasses he had posted. He was quick to offer: He would make me glasses at a special price. You know, just to see them, I would come to his store. Not to buy.<\/p>\r\n<\/a><\/p>\r\n\u00a0Berla Yaakovovich, the man and legend of ZAKA, arrived at the market. The eternal toothpick in his mouth. He was trying to buy nuts and a watermelon. When he saw me, he smiled broadly, but continued the conversation. When I asked if he had arrived at the market alone, without his wife, he smiled even wider, but did not stop the conversation, and certainly did not answer.<\/p>\r\n<\/a><\/p>\r\n\u00a0At the table at Cafe Aroma were the Knights of the Round Table, including Nami Ashkenazi, Israel Hirschman, and Itzik Morgenstern. The atmosphere was upbeat and good.<\/p>\r\n<\/a><\/p>\r\n\u00a0They are two American brothers who came to shop at Tzedikihau Delicacies (for those who don't remember, here is Yedidia Meir doing his Shabbat shopping - but on Shabbat he was abroad with his wife). I photographed them shopping, and then the brother on the right called out to his brother: "Mordechai, stand still, he's taking a picture." So they stood up and smiled. "Shabbat Shalom," they said to me when I finished. And when I answered, they had already offered him stuffed grape leaves to indulge in in honor of Shabbat.<\/p>\r\n<\/a><\/p>\r\n\u00a0On the side, amidst all the hustle and bustle of the market, he looked at the devices and apparently tried to copy a phone number from one device to another. He didn't even hear the shouts of the garbage collector in the market, so he certainly didn't see me taking pictures. A friend who was walking with me at that moment said: "It's a classic case of having a kosher device and having a device to call.".<\/p>\r\n<\/a><\/p>\r\n\u00a0Yaakov Rodman is a guy who deals with event production. An energetic and, above all, hardworking young man. He came to the market with his wife and children, and tried to challenge me if I remember where I know him from. I partially remembered. If it interests you, we studied together in yeshiva at 'Goldish'.<\/p>\r\n<\/a><\/p>\r\n\u00a0His name is Zeevi Friedman. The clock is ticking, Shabbat is approaching. He sees me and shouts: "This is it. Shabbat of rest has arrived, the basta is empty, we can go get ready for Shabbat.".<\/p>\r\n<\/a><\/p>\r\n\u00a0Meir Gordon (center) calls out to me in the middle of the market alley, asking for a picture. I took a picture of him with his two friends. After that, it became something serious: more friends joined the picture until in the last picture there were many friends, smiling and waiting for me to take a picture. I preferred to bring the picture that tells how it all started.<\/p>\r\n<\/a><\/p>\r\n\u00a0On the side of the store, a human hanger turned into a hanger holding dresses for his wife, who had gone to try them on. In the meantime, he felt uncomfortable, took out his phone and started playing with it. When he noticed me, I asked: "What's there to do with such an old-fashioned mobile device for so long?" And he replied: "I'm playing Snake." The game that never went away.<\/p>\r\n<\/a><\/p>\r\n\u00a0Shlomi Gil, a reporter for a family newspaper, finished his Friday routine by sitting on the outdoor bar of 'Hashen' - that's the name of the corner bar on Shikma Street. After that, he hurried home. I managed to take at least one picture with a smile.<\/p>\r\n<\/a><\/p>\r\n\u00a0Yehuda's Pet Shop is a household name in the Mahane Yehuda market. There sits a Jewish man with wigs and turbans selling pet food. After he closed his shop, I asked, "Why is it called Yehuda's Pet Shop?" He answered me while bending down to pick up his shopping bags: "There are sacred animals. If there are sacred animals, then there are also Yehuda's pets.".<\/p>\r\n<\/a><\/p>\r\n\u00a0With a broad smile, the father walked around with his three children. The little boy in the stroller slept peacefully, while the other two pampered their father, who spared nothing. Everything they asked for - they got. They seemed happy and when I asked to take a picture, they just asked their father if they would accept the picture, because they really wanted a picture with him. So here I took the picture. I hope I made their wish come true.<\/p>\r\n<\/a><\/p>\r\n\u00a0Near the fish shop that was about to close, they came out talking among themselves. The one on the left with the white kippah saw me taking a picture and tried to hide behind his friend's back, who smiled and moved. When he raised his head, I took another picture. I told him it was a shame to hide because I was investing in a picture where everyone came out beautiful.<\/p>\r\n<\/a><\/p>\r\n\u00a0Azriel Roth, one of the owners of the Hadar Geula store, came like a true Jerusalemite to enjoy the market in the hours before the Sabbath. When he was stopped by his friend who was walking with him, he didn't understand for a moment what had happened. Then, when he realized it, he smiled for the camera and continued on his way.<\/p>\r\n<\/a><\/p>\r\n\u00a0So how do you check a watermelon for Shabbat if it's fresh? Smell it. That's how they passed half a watermelon one after the other, trying to smell it and guess if it was fresh. The seller, who understood what was happening, let them smell it to their heart's content. Then, under the counter, he cut a fresh watermelon and offered it to them to smell. They rejected it outright, and he laughed: "This is from the moment, it's the freshest there is.".<\/p>\r\n<\/a><\/p>\r\n\u00a0At the entrance to the open market there is a shop called 'Gefen'. They sell wines and alcohol like the king. At the entrance to the shop there is a bowl full of ice and bottles of beer at a discounted price. But the truth is that it used to be discounted. Today a bottle costs ten shekels. Every Friday I take a picture of them and they wonder why they didn't see the picture in the section. This week I took a picture and put it in. We'll see if it affects the price next week.<\/p>\r\n<\/a><\/p>\r\n\u00a0The yeshiva guy on the left arrived at the market and stood next to the dancing guitarist with the beer bottle. When the guitarist realized that the guy could also play, he handed him the guitar and he began playing Kabbalat Shabbat in the Carlebach style. Minutes later, there was already a minyan dancing and singing Shabbat songs in the Carlebach style in the market.<\/p>\r\n<\/a><\/p>\r\n\u00a0\""Take a picture, don't take a picture," they both argued with each other, until it was decided that I would take a picture of them, but without the beer bottles. When I raised the camera to take a picture, he broke the agreement and laughed. The other guy said: "At least I'm without a beer in my hand.".<\/p>\r\n<\/a><\/p>\r\n\u00a0Yair Hetzroni from Ashdod came with his only son Neria to the Mahane Yehuda market. During the visit, he bought his son a watch from a vendor for a bargain price of 20 NIS, when the seller demanded a starting price of 180 NIS for the watch. Later, I found out that they had come to the market because they were spending Shabbat in Jerusalem with their grandmother.<\/p>\r\n<\/a><\/p>\r\n\u00a0Kobi Hershberg (left), a talented photojournalist. Lately, he has become an overly smiling guy, calm, and above all, with a lot of patience, not only in photography but in general. Usually, he refuses to be photographed. This time, I couldn't pass up this photo: how he shows the guy who had eluded me the entire market from being photographed, the last photos he took. Later, Kobi will meet me at the exit from the market. He will send me to take a photo, but when I arrive, she is no longer there.<\/p>\r\n<\/a><\/p>\r\n\u00a0The owner of the bar closed and rushed to a taxi that honked at him on Agrippa Street. "Just a minute, I shouted at him. 'You have a mistake on the sign.' He paused for a second and told me: 'Just because of this mistake, everyone stops, tells me - and ends up buying a kilo.'" Marketing methods of a market.<\/p>\r\n<\/a><\/p>\r\n\u00a0\""Make no mistake," the friend who was with me on the tour of this part of the market told me, when he saw me hurrying to pick up the camera and take a picture. "This is not Yossi Deitch from the town - this is a lookalike who looks like him, especially from a distance.".<\/p>\r\n<\/a><\/p>\r\n\u00a0Aryeh Baldi arrived with his five children for a market tour on Saturday evening. "I saw the picture you took of Samson Weissenstein here in the market," he said. And did you take it to Samson? I asked. He replied that he didn't have time. "So at least we'll have time to take a picture with the entourage for you. You can see it on the website.".<\/p>\r\n<\/a><\/p>\r\n\u00a0Avinoam Kotzer, the chief rabbi of Jerusalem, Rabbi Aryeh Stern, came to pick out some complementary products for Shabbat. Where are the children? Since I'm used to seeing him every Friday with all his children. "They went to bed early today, they were tired." The salesman who witnessed the conversation said: "Give them watermelon in the summer, they'll be refreshed.".<\/p>\r\n