ADRIAN J BOAS

It must be different for those who spend much of their time below the ground. Coalminers for example, would not experience the sensation...

We walk across the dusty parking lot, under the plantation of tall Eucalyptus trees and along to the right until we can cross to a track...

Biblical associations have the magical capacity to turn hills into mountains, lakes into seas and streams into rivers. The Kineret, in...

Great leaders are largely forgiven their sins, but even the greatest among them are exposed to criticism in their lifetimes, and by...

The man that hath no music in himself, nor is moved with concord of sweet sounds, is fit for treasons, stratagems and spoils....

When P.G. Wodehouse's delightedly loony hero, Betram Wooster wished to buy his butler, a gift, Jeeves requested a new and authoritatively...

In the spring of 1971, shortly after completing basic training I spent a couple of weeks doing guard duty in a fort on the Bar Lev Line -...

Not long ago I was invited to give a talk at the Albright Institute of Archaeological Research on Salah ad-Din Street in East Jerusalem....

It sits low in the valley, in the vicelike grip of its buttresses. The ancient stones contrast with the clean white boxes of the museum...

This week a tired world has been encouraged by the news that major progress has been made in the development of a vaccine for the Covid...

Several years ago, I was involved in the excavation of a Frankish village that was identified and partly exposed in a northern Jerusalem...

I was sixteen when my family arrived in Arad, a small town south-east of Beer Sheva in the mountains above the Dead Sea. It was starkly...

The steep talus, pale grey stones with shallow and narrow margins, is twelfth century. It is crowned with a reconstructed crenelation of...

When he produced this painting of the Battle of Mont Gisart, the French artist, Charles-Philippe Larivière, working in the tradition of...

On occasion one comes across a flower or fruit, the scent of which is so captivating that its sensual record is permanently engraved in...

This post is dedicated to my youngest son Daniel on his wedding day The white chalk exposure halfway down the hill on the north-west...

The countryside around the twin towns of Ramla and Lydda has little of distinction. The land is flat with few topographical features and...

In my childhood, snowdrops and daffodils were the heralds of spring. Here, a rosy greeting to launch that only too brief season is the...

Walk through Jaffa Gate and you are entering an entirely different world. This is true of any gate in any walled city - the wall built to...

Narrow alleys, climbing, twisting, sloping down towards the sea, steps rising out of long-buried houses, empty cul-de-sacs, weathered,...