‘Just give me a home, in a great circle dome. Where stresses and strains are at ease’. R. Buckminster Fuller
Man has been making domes since prehistory, constructing them from everything from mud and snow to stone, timber, brick, concrete, glass and metal. Its name deriving from the Latin for home, the form has symbolised different things to different cultures and framed spaces for functions as diverse as religion, law-making and sport. There is something appropriate, therefore, in the fact that Jerusalem’s Old City, whose intricate and powerfully charged fabric contains so many disparate threads within its distinctive weave, is a city of domes: both sacred and secular, conspicuous on the skyline and concealed below grade.