It was an easy bus ride, and we got out at the Old Clock Tower in the center of the walled city to start walking.
This is the predominantly Muslim area of Tel Aviv, so there are several mosques here, mixed in with stores and a market selling yarmulkes next to evil eyes.
Just around the corner and up the street, at the base of one of the minarets of the big Mahmoudiya Mosque, a sign caught my eye: KOSHER Grilled-Fishe and Kebab.
We dropped in for some Lamb Shish, beer, cold water, and a mezze plate (dips with flat bread). This was really pretty good, and it made up for the night's lackluster meal. As we ate we sat and watched the people go by, a mix of tourists and locals, Muslim and Jews, all hurrying here and there.
It is not a huge market, not indoors like Istanbul. There are a lot of carpet sellers here, and at least half the stalls are run by Jewish merchants. Lots of trinkets and junk; just sort through it until you find a treasure.
One guy was selling old doors, some ten feet tall, and another place had reclaimed windows. I thought these were the coolest places.
We had looked at staying in this area, but now I am glad we didn't. It was a fine afternoon trip, but not enough to hold our interest for more than a few hours. We soon caught the #10 back north, and spent the remaining time walking and eventually eating dinner.