Well, my last day was intended to be uneventful and it was not. I retraced some of my old steps in the old city and found no lines because at 8:30am there were no people it was an amazing head of the line pass. Some coffee and watching the city wake up was interesting; bikes racing by, shop doors opening and trash, sort of trucks, coming through. By the time I exited the old city, an hour or two later, it was bustling with tour groups and every day people.
The Muslim Quarter has a feel and smell of regular people. While you have souvenirs you have many every day shops, selling food, band aides, diapers, cleaning supplies and just every day stuff. This was in stark contrast to the Jewish quarter or Christian quarter.
East Jerusalem and the west bank to this random passer by seem very different that non-west bank sections. The Armed guards and roadblocks were of no concern and quite interesting to participate in as a tourist.
The trip to the old city of Jerusalem brought me some wisdom and probably filled me with much anecdotal evidence about how things are in Israel. I will of course do my best to ignore these simple observations and I will not consider how things were as a rule to everyone but an experience of mine.
I wish I had more time to explore more of this country and perhaps I will get the opportunity in the near future.