The stones you see in my photos are the remnants of the defensive wall of the Crutched Friars’ settlement that used to stand within the ancient town of Ashkelon.
They have spent about 800 years in the sea and became holey. These brittle rocks remember knightly tournaments and the fair ladies, in whose honor these tournaments were held. Antique marble columns just stick out of the shore; they’ve been here for 2000 years, and nobody has either time or money to spare to dig them out. There are hundreds of these columns alongshore.
Ask me a question,
I’ll hold a stone in my hand, thinking of you, and then mail this stone to you.