I look around at the dozens of women all around me — Ashkenazi Sephardi frum secular American Israeli — all of them coming to the same place to pour out their hearts to their Creator. Some are obvious tourists and some almost look like they live at the Kosel with their tichels pulled down to their eyebrows and their little bubby carts filled to the brim. The scene is complete with piles of siddurim and birds chirping into the crisp air. I begin to wonder: Who takes care of this holiest of sites the remnant of the wall around our holyBeisHamikdash? Who makes sure that it stays clean and neat for the visitors who come here each day rain or shine weekday or Shabbos tourist season or not?