The answer is: Calle Bolivar. Apparently, Jerusalem's old town is not unique in having streets dedicated to commodities. My quest led me along Hardware Street (Vizcainas), to Music Street (Bolivar), where my eyes opened wide. Four blocks of uninterrupted music stores. Most had similar formats, displaying mainly guitars and piano keyboards, yet some stood out for their large size and wide selection. Holocaust Music caught my attention, but none of the store's personnel could explain the origin of the unusual name. Helpful workers in each store were happy to direct me to the next one, but alas, the model I wanted was not to be found.
In consolation, we rested on the sidewalk, and listened to a band composed of four saxophones (soprano, alto, tenor, baritone), a clarinet, a keyboard, a full size electric base, and drums. The group played an energetic selection of pop and jazz standards. The wind-instrument (including the wheel-chaired clarinet player), entertained the large crowd by dancing back and forth along the pavement, and occasionally even across the street. They did so without loosing their precision or tone quality. This constant motion may explain why I could not capture all of the band in one frame. A more likely explanation would be the large mug of pulque I consumed shortly before.
