A single boat in the most miserable condition now ploughs the waves once so rich in life and joy.

But the waters are always clear and transparent.[2] The shore, composed of rocks and pebbles, is that of a little sea, not that of a pond, like the shores of Lake Huleh.

It is clean, neat, free from mud, and always beaten in the same place by the light movement of the waves.

Small promontories, covered with rose laurels, tamarisks, and thorny caper bushes, are seen there; at two places, especially at the mouth of the Jordan, near Tarichea, and at the boundary of the plain of Gennesareth, there are enchanting parterres, where the waves ebb and flow over masses of turf and flowers.

The rivulet of Ain-Tabiga makes a little estuary, full of pretty shells.