I can hear murmering through the maze of stone walls, as I pass bearded men wearing top hats and tails, in the Jewish quarter of Old Jerusalem. I follow the wall around to an open square where Orthodox Jews gather for the morning prayers.
I watch in silence, my head covered in respect, as they stand close to the wall, nodding their heads several times whilst reciting their prayers.
The wall is lined with small pieces of paper, each one containing a wish, a blessing or a prayer that have been fed into this holy Western Wall.
Beyond the towering stone wall, lies King Soloman's Temple, built 3000 years before. The original wall destroyed by the Romans.
Jews have been coming here to pray for hundreds of years. Their belief – that the divine presence never moves from its holiness. It's an intriguing sight. But as I observe their daily ritual of nodding and reciting their holy words. It seems more like a ‘murmering wall' than a Wailing one.