En route to the Dead Sea we stopped to look for the Monastery of St. George.
It wasn't forty days in the wilderness, but still...
The Bedouins were not much help.
We were on foot and did not want to rent this donkey.
Nor this one.
This place was not what we were looking for.
We stumbled across this cache of discarded books.
Among which was this primitive doll.
The goats had the right idea, but there was no shade where we were.
Then we spotted it. The resident Bedouin trinket-seller was napping.
As close as we got.