Tidying up some paperwork left over from the trip, and came by a snippet or paper with some notes on it – on the shabbat morning, while I was meandering out for a great cup of espresso, walking across Kikar Rabin in Tel Aviv, I walked by a man on his way to shul, wrapped in his large tallis – a sight I’m not used to seeing – so I realized he probably doesn’t want to carry it (is there an eruv in Tel Aviv?), but then I noticed he was carrying a newspaper tucked under his arm. hmmmm. Didn’t want to offend him by taking a picture, tho’ it would have made a great photo.
Then, my great breakfast – jachnoon. A little schug ba’tzad, please, for this amazing yemenite (?) dish. so tasty. Todah Rabah.
