Beside the churches was the Convent of the Sisters of Gethsemane for the Conversion of the Jews, which must have gone down well with their Jewish neighbors.

A Nun served as our guide and brought us down to the cellar. Upon learning I was Irish and presumed Catholic, she asked us to make a pilgrimage with her and bring our families with us, spiritually. This consisted of a card (three shilling donation) with the names of the families, placed in the Tabernacle of the Altar of Our Lady of Dolours. Every time a mass is observed the priest prays for the intentions of the donor. For thirty shillings one could have their name inscribed on a marble tablet on the wall. This may seem mercenary but it was for a good cause as the donations helped to support an orphanage. Sorry to say we only got the three shilling treatment. Upon switching on an electric light under a grating we could see an old Roman well fed by rain and spring water, which flowed underground to the Dead Sea.