Fabulous Caesarea, Israel


Ruins of Caesarea, Israel.

Ruins of Caesarea, Israel

I was lucky. It was one of those rare days when it rains in Israel. That’s why I was alone in Caesarea, at least for the first half of the day. Later, some of the most stubborn enthusiasts of history still landed on the territory of the ancient city from their buses. Thank God, in the corner of a hippodrome, somebody has constructed for them something like a chariot with stylized horses made of iron rods in order that the guides could direct tourists there and suggest they take some pictures.

Hippodrome in Caesarea, Israel.

Hippodrome in Caesarea

Herod the Great built Caesarea in honor of the Roman Emperor Octavian Augustus with his own money in 25-13 BCE. Herod was fascinated by construction and rather successful at it. Moreover, the Roman Empire provided him great scope by giving him extra money for that.

Ruins of Caesarea, Israel.

Herod I the Great built Caesarea in honor of Roman Imperor Octavian Augustus

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Gates and Walls of Jerusalem

The walls of Jerusalem were built by order of sultan Suleiman The Magnificent in 1538. The tombs of its architects tourists can find near Jaffa Gate. One says that the sultan has ordered to executed them because of some mistakes during construction, other that he doesn’t want the repetition of this miracle somewhere.

Walls of Jerusalem

I have seen the much more impressive walls and towers during my journeys around Europe, for example Chatehau de Pierrefonds

Chatehau de Pierrefonds

or Carcassonne



Probably at least one time in your life you’ve met a woman who can’t call beautiful, but simultaneously she was really and inexplicable charming and attractive. The same with the walls of Jerusalem.

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Via Dolorosa—My Way of Cross

I could not sleep the first night in Jerusalem, therefore I went to investigate the way of the cross—Via Dolorosa—at 4.00 a.m. The Via Dolorosa is the path that Jesus passed on the way to his crucifixion, carrying his cross.

Old Jerusalem. Israel.

Streets of the city were empty in this time, and you can hear only your steps, muezzin’s call to prayer, church bells ringing and cock’s songs. Yes, yes, a cocks in the center of the big city! Under such an accompaniment, you will walk on the way of the cross.

Old Jerusalem. Israel.

It was my first attempt, and it was only half successful. I have not find the entrance to the Church of the Holy Sepulchre, and there where no people around to ask the way.

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