View of Jerusalem   

You know the road at the entrance to Jerusalem, the one with Bruchim Habaim formed out of stone on one side, the tumbling vista of a valley on the other?

You know that feeling of ascending that road, of winding between mountain and valley, of seeing verdant lowlands in a haze of sunshine, or a million lights at night, a view that never fails to awe?

That’s what I saw when I stepped out onto a porch in an apartment we were viewing. Set just atop the road that enters Jerusalem, taking in the widest expanse, from the iconic Chords Bridge on the left, to the kever of Shmuel Hanavi on a distant hill on the right. In between that, the rolling, rising, Lifta valley, the arched bridge for the train, Alp-like, the surrounding mountains. Yerushalayim, harim saviv lah….

I couldn’t get enough.

The apartment itself, the specs, those were secondary.