Oh, Acre!

At the dawn of time, the deities El and Asher lived in these parts and had five children: Baal, Anat, Astarta grew up good and good, and Yam (sea) and Mavet (death), what can I say – bad and envious.

Growing up and growing up, they fought good and evil in these places.

And at the decisive moment, when the Sea and Death lashed out in fury at their brothers and sisters, grew up with an impregnable wall of Baal, Anat, Astarte on the same line and shouted “Hell Ko” (“So far”), there is no further move for you!

This voice is Hell Ko! and was transformed over time into the name Acre, according to ancient Canaanite legend.

It’s a great start to the 4,000-year history of an amazing and unique UNESCO-listed city, isn’t it?

The city looks enchanted, pulsates and swings simultaneously in two levels, without disturbing each other:

Underground Acre - castles and tunnels of the time of the Crusaders

Knightly Orders of Hospitallers and Templars, Warriors-Healers-Bankers, Grand Masters, Christian Mystics and the Spiritual Path to the Holy Grail.

The trading quarters of the Venetians, Genoese, Pisans and Franks are faith, and business is here.

Land Acre is a city of the Ottoman period with a mix of Muslim, Jewish, Christian residents - lively, viscous, narrow-street, spicy-smelling, dirty, sandy-yellow, crashing into the sea.

In this amazing city, old Christian churches, unique synagogues, majestic mosques and the magnificent Baha'i Garden with the burial of Baha'u'llah - the last prophet of the Baha'i faith - rub side by side, a holy place and object of worship of his followers.

City of Four Religions, Acre!

Going from one level to another and descending again, you will learn the latest gossip about jealous husbands, drowned harems and severed noses and ears, as well as who and with what joy had to eat from the same bowl with dogs.

Black coffee and Turkish hammam after me!