An oasis on the way to the Kotel |
At a rather fast pace, we walked through the Arab shuk on our way to the Kotel to daven Mincha.
Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a group of Jews gathered around a small kiosk, cups in their hands. I could not properly observe what was happening because I was concentrating on the steep descending steps beneath me, careful not to trip among all the obstacles and crowds.
Still, I mentioned it to my husband Raphy.
“I saw Jews drinking something at a shop,” I said. “Do you think an Arab donned a kippa, pretending he was Jewish and fooling us?”
He did not answer. We were trying to reach our destination as quickly as possible.
On the way back, we had a........