There were no windows.

A small door some distance to my left belonged obviously to the next house.

On top of the wall, almost exactly, but not quite, in the middle of it, was a figure that looked like a wooden carving-- something like one of those fat, seated Chinamen they used to set over the tea counter of big grocer's shops.
But the one thing that you never see, and can be sure of not seeing in Jerusalem outside of a Christian church, is a carved human figure of any kind.

The Moslems are fanatical on that point.

Whatever exterior statues the crusaders for instance left, the Saracens and Turks destroyed.